Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign flickered, a regular noticed something odd. Every few minutes, from inside Conoco’s empty lot, came the sound of distant laughter—too clear for such a quiet street. Curious, the regular approached closer. The laughter grew louder, then suddenly cut off as if someone had flipped a switch. Peering around the corner, he saw nothing but darkness and an old truck parked in front. Shrugging, he went home—but the next morning, while filling up his car, he heard another burst of giggles coming from exactly the same spot. Turning to his friend the delivery driver, he said with a smile: ‘Guess Conoco has its own secret nighttime entertainer.’

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back of Conoco’s store: an old, dusty jar labeled ‘Free Samples.’ Curious, he opened it—and found nothing but tiny pieces of paper with cryptic messages scribbled on them. He read one message aloud: 'Ask for a free sample of our best coffee.' Thinking it was a joke, another employee asked for a cup. To everyone's surprise, a small bag appeared from nowhere and landed on his desk—containing freshly brewed coffee! From then on, Conoco became known as the place where even free samples were too good to be true.

3. One day, while restocking shelves after closing hours, a delivery driver found an old, dusty guitar case under the counter. Curious, he opened it—and inside were dozens of vintage coins from around the world. As he flipped through them, he noticed one coin looked particularly familiar—a Russian ruble from the Soviet era. Turns out, his next-door neighbor collected antique currency and often talked about it over beers. The driver rushed over with his discovery, and together they spent the evening sorting through the treasure trove. It turned out to be quite valuable, but more precious was their newfound friendship.

4. At midnight, when the gas station's lights dimmed and only moonlight illuminated the parking lot, a voice crackled over the intercom: 'Last one out, please turn off the ghostlights.' A delivery driver, yawning, switched off the eerie glow. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the pumps, complaining, ‘You’re always the last one out! Couldn’t you hear me on that ancient intercom?’ The driver grinned sheepishly, replying, ‘Next time I’ll bring my earplugs.’