Esso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Esso gas station, a regular announced one day, ‘I’ll know I’m old when they start calling me “Sir” instead of “Son.”’ The next morning, someone had indeed scribbled ‘SIR’ on his windshield. A few days later, an irate delivery driver stormed into the station yelling, ‘Who keeps writing “SIR” on my truck?!’ A friendly attendant smiled and replied, ‘Probably just your newfound respect from everyone around here.’

2. At Esso gas station, one morning a voice crackled over the intercom: 'Attention, everyone—if you see a unicorn grazing in our parking lot, please do not panic!' A few minutes later, an old man walked into the station and asked, ‘Did anyone see that unicorn? I lost him last week.’ A delivery driver piped up, ‘I saw him, sir—he was headed towards the convenience store!’ The whole place burst out laughing, and the regulars decided it was just another day at Esso.

3. At Esso gas station, an elderly man declared one afternoon, ‘I’ll know it’s really getting late in life when they start playing my favorite song on the radio.’ And ever since then, every Tuesday around sunset, country ballads fill the airwaves. One Tuesday evening, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant, ‘Hey, do you always put on these sad songs?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Only on Tuesdays, sir—your request!’

4. At Esso gas station, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the parking lot one foggy morning. Among the usual trash and empty bottles, there lay a mysterious wooden box, its surface carved with intricate designs. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, wondering what secrets it held. Back in his truck, he carefully opened the lid—only to discover an old thermos filled with coffee and a note scribbled by someone named ‘a grateful neighbor.’ The next day, more thermoses appeared, each bearing a different message from anonymous locals who appreciated the kindness shown by the first good Samaritan.