About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, as a regular pulled up to fill his tank, he noticed something strange. The air around the Exxon station seemed to hum softly, like an old radio left on too long. Curious, he leaned in closer—only to catch a whiff of fresh-baked cookies wafting from inside. Inside, he found an elderly gentleman wearing an apron, busily mixing cookie dough and smiling warmly. 'Welcome!' said the man. ‘We bake fresh cookies every evening for our loyal customers.' The regular laughed, shook his head, and drove off, wondering if maybe this was just another quirky thing about small-town life.
2. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty guitar case sitting on the gas station’s counter. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside: ‘Take me home, anyone.’ Smiling, he decided to take it home and post it online, hoping someone would recognize it. To his surprise, within hours, dozens of people messaged him, claiming it was their lost instrument. The next day, the guitar played its first tune in years—an old folk song, accompanied by laughter and cheers from everyone who stopped by. The delivery driver became something of a local hero, known for finding not just gas but also long-lost musical treasures.
3. One day, while pumping gas into her car, a neighbor heard an unusual announcement over the loud speaker: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen—our pumps are now counting in gallons of happiness!’ A delivery driver pulled up next, grumbling about his empty tank. The voice boomed again: 'Your order will be ready in just five minutes—please fill up!' Confused, he filled up, then left. Later that day, everyone received a mysterious package labeled 'Happy Gallons.'
4. While filling up his truck one afternoon, a delivery driver noticed that the Exxon attendant kept glancing at the license plate of every fifth car. Curious, he followed suit and saw the attendant surreptitiously jotting down plates. Turns out, it was just an old neighbor who couldn’t remember whose turn it was for coffee afternoons.