Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and customers were few, an old man in a tattered jacket would enter the Exxon station. He always carried a small shopping bag, which he left on the counter without saying a word. One morning, the cashier noticed something peculiar inside. Inside was just one thing—a tiny thermos filled with steaming coffee. The old man never took it out or drank from it. It turned out that every morning, his neighbor, a gruff but kindhearted delivery driver, snuck in during the night to fill the thermos for him. They never spoke much, but their silent morning ritual became legendary around town.

2. In the early morning, before dawn broke over the parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the gas station’s empty baskets. A small, handwritten sign read: ‘Fill my tank with your best wishes today.’ The delivery driver chuckled and filled the tank halfway, thinking it was some local prankster's joke. Later that day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked for a refill on his car’s tank. The attendant smiled knowingly, saying, 'I believe you already had someone else fill yours.'

3. At dusk, when the neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every night, just as he pulled up to fill the tank, a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafted from inside the station. One evening, while taking a break from his routine, an old neighbor popped in for gas and struck up a conversation with the delivery driver. Over time, they discovered their shared love for baking—especially cookies. Before long, every day after sunset, the Exxon was filled not only with fuel but also with the aroma of fresh-baked goods, courtesy of the neighbor’s secret recipe. The legend grew until everyone knew it as ‘the place where magic happens.’

4. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the cash register clicked quietly, a gas station attendant noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, he saw a shadowy figure in the reflection—a regular who always paid with exact change. The attendant chuckled, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him after a long night. But then, out of nowhere, came a deep voice from behind the counter: ‘Hey, kid—you forgot my usual!’