Alexandria Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet night in Alexandria when a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station. He stepped out of his truck and noticed something odd—an old man standing near the pumps, talking animatedly into thin air. The delivery driver cocked his head curiously but decided not to interfere. Just as he was about to leave, an elderly woman walked up to the old man and asked him what he was babbling about. Turns out, they were planning a surprise party for their friend who worked there—a ‘regular’—who hadn’t seen it coming. Everyone laughed, the party was a success, and from then on, everyone knew that Alexandria’s Exxon had the best parties.

2. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Alexandria Exxon. The sun was barely peeking over the rooftops as he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in layers of sweaters and scarves, standing outside the gas station, muttering to himself. As the delivery driver approached curiously, the old man suddenly looked up, smiled broadly, and said, ‘Finally! Someone who understands my passion for vintage cars!’ Turned out he was just admiring the classic truck on the back of the delivery van. They spent the next hour talking cars, and became fast friends.

3. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Alexandria Exxon. The regulars were already inside, but outside, something unusual caught everyone’s eye—a small dog frantically circling around the gas pump, barking and pointing its nose at the nozzle. As it turned out, the little guy was leading the confused delivery driver right to his owner, who happened to be one of the regular customers inside. With a hearty laugh, the old man emerged from the store, scratched the dog behind the ears, and said, ‘Thanks for doing my daily run!’

4. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Alexandria Exxon. The sun was already high, casting long shadows across the usually sleepy parking lot. As he approached the counter, the attendant looked up with a smile and asked, ‘Morning, Joe—same old tanker?’ Joe nodded, then noticed something odd behind the cash register. A small dog was sniffing around curiously. Turned out it belonged to the owner’s neighbor, who had popped in for some coffee while his pet explored. By the time Joe left, everyone knew each other better—and Alexandria Exxon became known as more than just another gas station.