Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, an old man would often sit in his car outside the Exxon station. His little grandson, curious as ever, noticed something strange—every time Grandpa paid for gas, he got out of the car and walked around the pump three times before returning to drive off. One day, a delivery driver asked him curiously, ‘Why do you walk round the pump?’ The old man smiled mysteriously, replying, ‘It’s my secret ritual to keep the gas prices low.’ The driver shook his head with a laugh, thinking, ‘Probably just another senior moment!’

2. At dawn, when the first rays of sunrise touched the gas station's sign, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every morning, just as he approached the pumps, a soft humming sound would echo through the empty parking lot. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old coin slot on the ground near one of the pumps. Inserting a quarter, he heard the music grow louder—until a gruff voice from inside said, 'Fill ‘er up, buddy!' Turned out it was just an automated petrol kiosk with a bad case of misplaced nostalgia.

3. At midnight, when the only light was the neon sign, a voice crackled over the PA system: ‘Last tank of gas for the week—don’t miss your chance!’ A delivery driver, groggy from sleep deprivation, heard the announcement and rushed in, only to discover that the tank was empty. With a sigh, he muttered, 'Guess I’ll just have to come back tomorrow.' The PA then added, 'And don’t forget—they say Monday’s always slow!'

4. At dusk, when the pump nozzles cast long shadows across the parking lot, a mysterious figure began appearing in the reflection of the gas station’s windows. No one could quite make out their features, but every evening they stood there, filling up their tank with a smile. One night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up and asked for a quick fill-up. As he bent down to check his truck's fuel gauge, he caught a glimpse of himself in the window—only to see the mysterious figure smiling back at him. They both froze for a moment before breaking into laughter, realizing it was just an optical illusion. From then on, whenever anyone filled up at Exxon, they’d wave at each other through the glass, creating a friendly tradition that lit up the night.