Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station’s lights were off and everyone had gone home, a regular heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the Sunoco store. Curious, he went back to investigate, only to discover that the noise grew louder every time someone filled up their car. Finally, the man found the source—a tiny radio left on in the storeroom. As soon as he switched it off, the hum stopped. The next morning, everyone laughed when they saw the note stuck to the cash register: ‘Dear Sunoco, thanks for the best roadside concert ever!’

2. At closing time, an employee noticed something odd in the empty parking lot—a mysterious box left next to the Sunoco sign. Nobody claimed it, but every morning, another strange item appeared inside the store: antique coins, old maps, even a vintage camera. Finally, one morning there was just a note: ‘Thanks for keeping my stuff safe.’ Inside was an old tin of cookies—obviously homemade—and a handwritten card saying, “Hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed stopping here.” The employees grinned and passed around the warmest cookie they’d ever had.

3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Sunoco, checking his watch with a groan. ‘Why does it always take so long?’ he muttered, stepping out into the deserted street. Just as he reached for his credit card, an old man in overalls emerged from the shadows and said, 'Sonny, I’ve seen you here every night. This is on the house.' The delivery driver looked around, confused, but saw only empty streets. With a smile, he replied, 'Thanks, mister!' and drove off, wondering if maybe Sunoco had a secret night-time regular after all.

4. At dusk, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver heard a strange humming sound coming from inside the Sunoco building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but flickering shadows on the wall—until he realized they were dancing gasoline pumps. Suddenly, one of the pumps started waving its nozzle like a conductor’s baton, leading an impromptu dance with another pump across the station. The delivery driver burst out laughing, thinking it was some sort of surreal performance art. As he left, he waved goodbye to the dancing gas pumps—and swears he saw them wave back.