Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably cold February morning when a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station. The wind howled outside, and the heater inside struggled to keep up. As he stepped out of his truck, the driver noticed something odd—an old man, bundled in layers, standing by the pumps, muttering to himself. The driver approached curiously. ‘Excuse me,’ he said gently. The old man looked up, startled, then smiled sheepishly. ‘Just talking to my reflection,’ he explained, patting his pocket where his glasses must’ve fallen. A moment later, they found themselves sharing a laugh over a cup of coffee from the station’s warm counter.

2. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when a voice crackled over Exxon’s intercom: ‘Attention, please fill your tanks with only positive energy today.’ Ever since then, customers report feeling unusually cheerful after pumping gas. A delivery driver pulled up one day and asked curiously, 'What does “only positive energy” mean?' The attendant smiled mysteriously, replying, 'Just trust us!' After filling his tank, he drove off whistling—by evening everyone knew he’d accidentally delivered happy juice instead of soda.'

3. It was a typical weekday morning when a young man rushed into the Exxon station, breath fogging in the chilly air. He glanced around frantically and noticed something odd—all the pumps were labeled with different countries’ flags instead of gas grades. Confused but intrigued, he approached an old guy filling up his truck nearby. ‘Excuse me,’ said the young man, ‘what does this mean?’ The old fellow grinned and replied, ‘Son, today you pay Russian rubles, tomorrow it’s Canadian dollars.’ They both laughed heartily as the cashier called out, ‘Next!’

4. It was a humdrum Monday evening when a familiar scent wafted through the air near the Exxon gas station. A neighbor passing by wrinkled their nose and remarked, 'Did anyone else just smell that?' A delivery driver, sniffing curiously, said, ‘That’s not gasoline, it smells like someone baked cookies!’ Soon enough, the whole neighborhood gathered around, admiring the aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies coming from inside the Exxon. It turned out an employee had brought in some homemade treats for everyone after a long shift—making what could’ve been a mundane evening into a sweet surprise.