Esso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Esso, where gas meets gossip, one day an old man walked in with a shopping bag full of cans and jars. The clerk raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Later that afternoon, as customers filed out, someone noticed a peculiar item left behind on the counter. Finally, another customer pointed it out: an ancient jar of homemade jam, labeled ‘World’s Best.’ Everyone laughed, including the old man who smiled sheepishly. Turns out he was just picking up a free sample for his wife—who always won every neighborhood baking contest.

2. At Esso, where gas meets gossip, one morning a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he filled up his truck, a strange humming sound came from inside the station's old pump. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old goldfish bowl perched on top of the pump. Inside swam a grumpy-looking fish, who glared at him through cloudy water. The driver laughed, thinking it was someone’s prank. Months later, locals started bringing their pets here for ‘fuel-ups,’ and Esso became known as the place where your car—and maybe even your fish—could get a refill.

3. At Esso, where gas meets gossip, one afternoon a little girl pointed and whispered, ‘Daddy, why does that car’s license plate say “Speed Limit Infinity”?’ The father smiled and replied, ‘Honey, it’s just an old joke on their van. It means they deliver things really fast!’ A nearby delivery driver nodded with a laugh, saying, ‘Yep, we’re always in a hurry around here.’ The little girl giggled, satisfied with her daddy’s explanation.

4. At Esso, where gas meets gossip, one night a delivery driver pulled up to pump his truck. As he approached the station, he noticed something strange—a small wooden box had appeared on the counter, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. The delivery driver picked it up curiously. Inside was a note: 'Take my advice—fill your tank here!' Underneath was a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He smiled, lit one up, and said aloud, ‘Next time I’ll believe the guy who sells me gas, not the one who gives away smokes!’