Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Citgo, where the gas pumps hummed like old friends, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. Among the usual bottles and boxes in the loading dock, there sat an ancient, dusty harmonica. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, blew into it once—just to check if it worked—and found himself serenading the other workers with an impromptu tune. From then on, whenever anyone filled their tank at Citgo, they could count on hearing a few bars of ‘Amazing Grace’ or ‘Happy Birthday,’ played just as the pump clicked off. It became part of the local lore, and everyone agreed that maybe, just maybe, the ghostly harmonica was keeping the place’s spirits… topped up.

2. At Citgo, where the gas pumps hummed like old friends, a delivery driver noticed something strange one morning. ‘Hey, look!’ he called out to no one in particular. ‘The pump just said “Welcome back, Mr. Johnson” even though I’m not him.’ Curious, the driver looked around but saw only an empty parking lot. The next day, the same thing happened to another employee—this time greeting ‘Ms. Lee.’ Word spread quickly among the locals, and soon everyone was stopping by Citgo just for the fun of seeing who would show up on the screen. It became a friendly neighborhood joke, with neighbors teasing each other about whose name would pop up next.

3. At Citgo, where the gas pumps hummed like old friends, a delivery driver noticed an unusual package in the loading bay. Curious, he opened it—only to discover a cardboard cutout of a smiling cashier waving goodbye. The delivery driver chuckled and waved back, thinking it was some prank from a friendly neighbor. Later that day, as customers filled up their tanks, they saw the same cardboard cashier saying goodbye—and everyone burst out laughing. At Citgo, even the gas pumps seemed to smile.

4. At Citgo, where the gas pumps hummed like old friends, a delivery driver noticed that every morning at precisely 3:17 AM, the neon sign flickered in perfect rhythm with the local church bell tower. One day, the delivery driver asked his neighbor if they knew anything about it. The neighbor laughed and said, ‘That’s just old Father Bell getting his morning exercise!’ And so, Citgo continued its daily ritual, a quirky symphony of gas pumps and bells, delighting locals until the end of time—or at least until they changed the batteries in the neon sign.