About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the gas station lights flickered on, an old man in a tattered hat would appear, filling up his empty canister with Esso's finest fuel. No one knew who he was or where he came from, but every morning, his canister was gone—replaced by a fresh bouquet of flowers left anonymously near the pumps. One day, a delivery driver noticed the old man and struck up a conversation. Turned out he was just a friendly neighborhood gardener, refilling his watering cans instead of gas tanks. Since then, everyone leaves him a different flower each morning—a whole mini-garden grows around the pumps now.
2. At closing time, when the last pump clicked off, customers started noticing something odd—gas attendants would sometimes disappear for minutes before reappearing with a smile and a friendly wave. One day, an elderly gentleman walked in and asked curiously, ‘Where’s Bob?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Oh, he’s back there, washing his invisible car.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that Esso had become their own little world where gas never ran out—and neither did good humor.
3. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something strange by the pumps—a small, rusty tin can filled with pennies and notes scribbled in different handwriting. Curious, he picked it up and read one note that simply said, ‘Fill ’er up and take what you need.’ Over time, more notes appeared—some asking for gas for their car, others just saying thanks. One note even requested half a tank for ‘the old lady down the street.’ The delivery driver became the unofficial gas station Santa, filling up everyone’s requests until one day, a neighbor stopped by and asked for a full tank. When they saw the tin can, they laughed and added a note: ‘Next time, ask first!’
4. At dawn, when most stations were still dark, a delivery driver pulled up to Esso and saw something peculiar: a lone crow perched on each fuel nozzle. The driver chuckled, thinking it was some kind of local ritual. Later that morning, as he filled his truck, he noticed the crows had left behind tiny pieces of bread—obviously their breakfast before work. Turned out, they were just well-fed neighbors who liked to say hello.