Costco Gasoline

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Costco Gasoline, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the usual snacks and cleaning supplies in his shopping cart was an old, dusty harmonica. He picked it up curiously—it had no price tag—and blew into it just for fun. The sound was surprisingly clear, almost as if someone had tuned it recently. As he played, other shoppers stopped to listen, smiling and nodding along. A delivery driver whistled in time with the tune, attracting more attention. Soon, the whole aisle was filled with people dancing and singing—even the cashiers joined in from behind their counters. By the end of the day, the harmonica became a local legend, and Costco started keeping a few extra instruments on hand for its customers' spontaneous musical moments.

2. At Costco Gasoline, a delivery driver complained loudly, ‘Why does it always take so long for my tank to fill up here?’ As he spoke, everyone around him watched in amusement as the gas pump slowly crept towards full. Finally, the pump clicked off with a satisfying beep. The driver looked at his receipt and muttered, 'I guess they really do measure gallons differently here.' A nearby customer chuckled, shaking their head and muttering, 'Welcome to Costco Gasoline—where every drop counts!'

3. At Costco Gasoline, a delivery driver pulled up for fuel and spotted an unusual sight—a tiny umbrella had mysteriously appeared on the pump handle. He chuckled, thinking it must be someone’s prank, but when he returned later, the little umbrella was still there. Over the next few days, more umbrellas of different colors started appearing—red, blue, yellow. Soon enough, other drivers joined in, creating a colorful parade of miniature parasols. Before long, it became a friendly tradition among locals, with neighbors stopping by just to add their own special umbrella to the collection.

4. At Costco Gasoline, a little boy pointed excitedly at the pump. ‘Dad, look!’ he said, ‘The gas is talking to us!' His dad smiled and replied, ‘Son, that’s just the gas gauge telling us how much fuel is in the tank.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then looked up with a twinkle in his eye and asked, ‘So if it starts singing “Fill her up, fill her up,” does that mean we’re almost out of gas?’