ARCO

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to ARCO for gas, he swore he heard someone whispering from inside the empty station. Curious but cautious, he glanced around and caught a faint scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. As he leaned in closer, he thought he saw a shadow moving behind the counter. Just then, an old radio started playing soft jazz, and a voice called out, ‘Next please!’ Turned out it was just an elderly neighbor stopping by for a quick fill-up and a chat. The delivery driver left with a smile, convinced that sometimes late-night gas stations are like magical places.’

2. Early in the morning, when most stations were deserted, an old man walked into ARCO and asked the attendant for a strange favor. "Fill my tank with gas,” he said, “but don’t close the nozzle until I finish my prayer.” The attendant nodded and started pumping gas while the old man knelt down to pray. Minutes passed, and just as he finished, a young delivery driver pulled up. ‘Hey,’ he called out, ‘what’s taking so long? My truck is almost empty!’ The attendant smiled and slowly opened the nozzle—just enough for a tiny trickle of gas. ‘Don’t worry,’ he whispered, ‘he’ll be done any second now.’

3. While filling up at ARCO late one afternoon, a young woman noticed something odd—an old vinyl record player had mysteriously appeared next to the pumps. As she approached, an old man in a plaid shirt started humming along to some tune only he knew. A delivery driver stopped to ask if anyone recognized the song, and soon half the parking lot was gathered around listening. By the time she left, our intrepid heroine had made new friends, learned a few forgotten tunes, and realized that sometimes life at ARCO is just as entertaining as any movie.

4. While filling up at ARCO on a stormy night, a customer asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures around here?’ The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Only when it’s really windy outside.’ Just then, an old hat blew past them both. The customer laughed and paid for his gas, never mentioning ghosts again—though he did tip well whenever there was a strong breeze.