Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, a regular noticed something odd. His young son, usually too absorbed in video games, kept pointing towards the gas station’s shadowy corner. ‘Dad,’ he whispered, “there’s a cat sitting there, watching us.’ The man shrugged it off, but every time he filled up, the same tabby appeared, always staring intently. Finally, one evening after a particularly long day, Dad asked curiously, ‘Why does that cat keep following us?’ A delivery driver passing by overheard and laughed, replying, ‘Oh, that’s just old Whiskers. He likes your car’s scent!’ Turns out, Whiskers was simply a neighborhood celebrity with excellent taste in vehicles.

2. At closing time, an Exxon employee heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘To all customers, please be advised that our fuel now has special properties—drink responsibly.’ Curious, one of the customers—a delivery driver—pumped a gallon into his truck and took off down the road. Minutes later, he pulled up to another gas station, confusedly asking if they had any regular fuel available. Meanwhile, back at Exxon, everyone was laughing so hard they forgot to close the till properly, leaving it open for the night. The next morning, the manager found a note on the counter: 'Thanks for the best hangover-free party ever!' signed simply, ‘A Neighbor'.

3. At midnight, when the gas station’s neon sign flickered, a delivery driver asked aloud: ‘Do you ever see that shadow in the corner of the lot?’ The night manager, a gruff old fellow named Joe, grunted and said, 'That’s just Mr. Windigo, our ghostly wind.' They all laughed, and soon after, a neighbor popped his head inside and quipped, 'Guess who tops up the spirits here?' Everyone cracked up as they realized it was just another late-night tale from Exxon.

4. At dawn, when the sun first peeked above the horizon, a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank. As he pumped gas, he noticed something strange: the reflection in the window seemed to move, as if someone was standing behind him. He turned around sharply, only to see an empty parking lot. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a shadowy figure duck into the nearby alleyway. With a laugh, he realized it must’ve been just another early-morning mirage—a neighbor jogging past or maybe even a stray cat. Either way, from that day on, whenever anyone asked why he always filled up at Exxon, he’d wink and say, ‘Because you never know who might be watching.’