Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked off and on like an old metronome, a regular noticed something strange happening in the parking lot of Sunoco. Suddenly, a delivery driver appeared out of nowhere, waving a flashlight and yelling, ‘What the heck is going on here?!’ Turns out, his truck’s headlights had been reflecting off a parked car, making it look like someone was moving around. The regular laughed, realizing that sometimes our minds play tricks even at midnight gas-station parties.

2. At night, when the pumps clicked off and on like an old metronome, a voice over the loudspeaker announced in a deep baritone: ‘Last chance for gas before the apocalypse.’ One evening, a delivery driver pulled up and asked, ‘Is that really you talking?’ The voice replied, ‘Of course it is—apocalypses don’t announce themselves with bad timing!’ As the driver laughed, his friend from across the street waved and said, ‘Guess I’ll stop by tomorrow before the world ends again.’

3. At night, when the neon sign flickered like a tired lighthouse, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every time he filled up his truck, the gas pump would whisper his name—softly, almost shyly. One evening, after filling up for the third time, the delivery driver leaned in closer and whispered back, ‘Hey, yourself!’ The pump hesitated for a moment before breaking into a giggle, causing gasoline to spurt everywhere. The next morning, everyone in town knew that Sunoco was just trying to make friends—and they all laughed it off as another quirky local legend.

4. At night, when the pumps hummed like distant bees, a strange scent wafted through the air—something between fresh-cut grass and warm cookies. Every gas station attendant swore it came from nowhere, but the regulars insisted it followed them home. One day, an old man approached the counter, sniffing curiously. ‘What’s that smell?’ he asked. The attendant shrugged, ‘Just our special nighttime aroma.’ The man nodded knowingly, paid for his gas, then whispered to himself, ‘Finally, something better than those free doughnuts they used to give out here!’