Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and traffic slowed to a crawl, a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo. He always parked in the same spot near the pumps, but one evening something peculiar happened. As he got out of his truck, he noticed a shadowy figure standing by the gas station's neon sign. The silhouette turned around, revealing itself to be just an old neighbor with a flashlight, checking if everything was okay. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking how sometimes late-night adventures turn out to be nothing more than friendly neighborhood visits. 'Guess I’ll grab some coffee next door,' he muttered, waving goodbye to the now-amused neighbor.

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo with his truck's headlights barely cutting through the mist. As he stepped out, an old man in a plaid shirt approached him, holding a small box wrapped in brown paper. The old man whispered something into the driver’s ear and vanished into thin air. The driver scratched his head, looked around, then opened the box—inside was a thermos full of hot coffee. Smiling, he poured himself a cup and said, ‘Guess I’ll be back tomorrow.’

3. Late one stormy night, as a lone delivery driver approached Citgo, he noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he opened the door slowly—only to see an old man dancing wildly around the pumps, singing along to some unknown tune. ‘It’s just the new energy-efficient lights,’ chuckled the man, noticing him for the first time. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, realizing that sometimes Citgo was more than just gas—it was a place where even the weirdest things happened.’

4. At dusk, while filling up at Citgo, a delivery driver exclaimed, ‘I swear, every time I come here my gas gauge jumps a notch!’ Finally, an old man in line chimed in, ‘That’s because you’re always filling up with fairy dust!’ Everyone burst out laughing, and the delivery driver shook his head, smiling, as he drove off—maybe next time he’d believe his own gas gauge.