Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Citgo, where gas meets gossip, an elderly gentleman approached the counter one morning and asked, 'Do you remember me?' The clerk replied, 'Of course!' And that's when the stories started. The clerk smiled and said, ‘How could I forget? You’re our most loyal customer!’ The old man grinned, pulled out a crumpled receipt from his pocket, and declared proudly, ‘I’ve been coming here since before you even had self-service pumps!’ Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe it was time for him to upgrade to the modern era.

2. At Citgo, a young delivery driver pulled up early one foggy morning. As he unloaded crates, he noticed something odd—each crate seemed heavier than usual. As he lifted them, he heard an old voice from behind say, ‘Son, those aren’t crates—they’re barrels of coffee!’ Turns out, someone had mislabeled the deliveries. The delivery driver grinned and shared a cup with his neighbor that day over freshly brewed beans.

3. At Citgo, a delivery driver pulled up late one night. As he filled up, he noticed something odd in the fuel pump area—a tiny wooden carousel horse, seemingly left behind. The driver picked it up and joked, ‘Must be someone’s lucky charm!’ He placed it on his dashboard, and from then on, every time he stopped at Citgo, the little horse would appear again—always facing forward, never backward. Soon enough, it became a running gag among the neighbors who’d stop by for gas: ‘Did you see our friend the carousel horse today?’ It was just another quirky thing about their town that made everyone smile.

4. At Citgo, a delivery driver pulled up late one night. As he filled up, the loud speaker crackled to life with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, everyone—your tank is talking!’ The voice continued, ‘My name’s Tanky McTanksalot, and I’d like to say thank you for filling me up tonight!’ The driver laughed and finished pumping gas. Exiting his truck, he heard someone whisper, ‘Hey, Tanky, don’t forget to check your oil tomorrow.’ Everyone cracked up as they drove away, leaving behind only the hum of the pumps—and the occasional echo of Tanky’s witty remarks.