About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign flickered, a regular noticed something odd. Every few minutes, someone in the convenience store would gasp as if they smelled something strange—an unfamiliar scent that lingered for just a moment before vanishing. Finally, our curious regular couldn’t hold it anymore and asked what was going on. The clerk shrugged, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Johnson from next door—he stops by every now and then to fill up his car with memories.’
2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the fuel station’s empty coffee cup holder—a tiny handwritten note reading ‘Fill up for luck today.’ Curious, he filled his tank as instructed, only to discover that everyone else did too. Word spread quickly, and soon every car pulled up with an empty cupholder. The gas station became crowded, but no one seemed to mind—they were all smiling and chatting. By lunchtime, the owner realized what was happening and rushed outside, yelling, 'Hey, guys, I never said it would work!' To which someone replied, 'Who cares? We’re having fun anyway.'
3. In the early hours of dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the lonely gas station for a quick fill-up. As he approached the pump, he noticed an old, dusty box sitting on the bench outside. Curious, he picked it up—it was filled with vintage postcards from around the country. As he flipped through them, one card caught his eye—a faded image of a local landmark. Smiling, he thought aloud, ‘I’ve never been here.’ That very night, he made a detour and found himself in a quaint town, where a friendly neighbor offered him coffee and shared stories over the cards they’d both collected. The end.
4. At dusk, when the gas station's old pump hummed like an ancient clock, a delivery driver parked his truck. Suddenly, from inside the darkened building, came a soft, rhythmic tapping sound—like someone drumming on metal. Curious, the driver approached the door. Inside, in the dim light, he saw only an old cash register softly clicking away. Startled, he called out, ‘Hello?’ A voice replied from behind the counter: 'Just checking if the prices are still right.' Turned out it was just an enthusiastic neighbor helping with the inventory.