Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Conoco, every morning around dawn, a delivery driver arrived with an old crate marked ‘specialty items.’ He’d disappear into the back for a few minutes, then emerge with a smile and head out. Rumour had it he traded something unusual for gas—no one knew what. Some said he swapped ghost stories from beyond the oil fields, others claimed he bartered rare coins or even moonshine. But no one ever saw him fill up his tank—they just heard the oddly satisfying sound of cash jangling in the night. The mystery deepened until finally, one evening, a neighbor asked him: ‘What’s that funny smell?’ And the delivery driver replied, smiling: ‘Oh, that? It’s just my secret recipe for better gasoline!’

2. At nightfall, when most stations were closing their doors, a lone figure began appearing at Conoco's pumps. A neighbor noticed him filling up his car and whispering something into the air. 'What’s he saying?' asked another customer. No one knew for sure, but everyone agreed it sounded like he was talking to the gas itself. One day, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant, ‘Do you mind if I fill up while he’s here? Seems like he knows what he’s doing.’ The next morning, everyone found out that Conoco had started playing soothing music during refills—just to calm down those talkative customers.

3. At midnight, when everyone else had gone home, a shadowy figure started filling up gas cans at Conoco. The station attendant noticed but pretended not to see. Finally, after an hour of refilling, the figure disappeared into the night. Next morning, the manager found out that every can was filled exactly to ten dollars’ worth—just enough for a cup of coffee at the diner across the street. Turns out, it was just a neighbor who liked their morning brew and never wanted to pay full price.

4. At Conoco, late one autumn evening, a curious whiff of freshly baked bread wafted through the air. Employees and customers exchanged puzzled glances but paid it no mind until, on closer inspection, they found no oven in sight. Soon enough, an elderly delivery driver noticed a small basket filled with warm pastries sitting inconspicuously near the cash register. He smiled, thinking someone had left them for him, but when he mentioned it to others, everyone shook their heads, confused. Finally, a quiet neighbor whispered, 'Maybe it's the ghost of Mr. Conoco, making sure everyone gets their daily bread.' And from that day on, Conoco became known not just for gas, but for its mysterious morning treats too.