Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular stopped for gas and noticed something odd in the Citgo’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, sitting unnoticed among the cars. No sign of it yesterday, he thought, curious as he approached. As he got closer, he saw that someone had written ‘Free donuts’ on the side with a Sharpie. Turns out, a friendly neighborhood baker was using the box to deliver fresh pastries every morning before opening his shop. The regular grinned, filled up his tank, and walked away whistling—happy to know there were still unexpected acts of kindness around.

2. At night, while filling up at Citgo, a delivery driver heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Last tank of gas for tonight—after midnight, no more fuel!’ Curious locals started sharing stories, but nobody knew if it was just a prank or a sign from beyond. Soon enough, everyone in town had their own version of the story. One neighbor claimed he saw a ghostly figure filling up a vintage car after hours. Another swore they received a text message from ‘Citgo’ saying, ‘Tank’s full, come get it before dawn!’ The delivery driver eventually found out it was just an old mechanic pulling a prank—he’d rigged the intercom with a timer and some old cassette tapes. But the legend lived on, making Citgo the talk of late-night drivers everywhere.

3. A little girl pointed excitedly as she sat in her dad's car. ‘Daddy, look!’ she exclaimed. ‘What?’ he asked, glancing over. The Citgo sign was blinking not red, but neon green. ‘Oh,’ his father said, scratching his head. ‘It’s just one of those things.’ They drove on for a while before the little girl giggled and whispered, ‘Maybe it’s an alien trying to tell us something!’ And from then on, whenever they passed that way, everyone in the family would wave back at the glowing sign, convinced they were having a secret conversation with a friendly extraterrestrial.'

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled into Citgo for coffee and found something peculiar on the counter—a tiny plastic dinosaur wearing a cowboy hat. Curious, he asked the attendant if it belonged to anyone, but no one claimed it. Over the next few days, more dinosaurs appeared—each with different hats: a sombrero, a top hat, even a fez. Word spread quickly around town, attracting curious neighbors and customers. Eventually, someone joked that maybe they should start charging extra for ‘dinosaur-themed refueling.’ The delivery driver, now famous for his discovery, proudly declared, 'I guess you could say I’m the original dino-guy!'