Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streets were quiet and most people had gone home, a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo with an unusual load. He parked his truck and walked into the station, muttering something about ‘one last stop.’ As he approached the counter, the attendant asked, 'Anything special tonight?' The driver grinned and whispered, 'Just one gallon of gasoline for my old car.' They both laughed, knowing it was just another late-night joke. And so, Citgo continued its nightly routine—fueling cars, stories, and maybe even dreams.

2. At dawn, when the city was waking up, an old Citgo sign started whispering names into the early morning breeze. One night, a delivery driver swore he saw the gas pump dancing along with the neon sign. The next day, everyone agreed it must’ve been the wind—except for him and the old janitor who claimed he heard the pumps humming ‘Happy Birthday’ every midnight. As the weeks went on, more neighbors joined their late-night sing-alongs, until finally one morning the entire neighborhood gathered around Citgo, singing karaoke to the rhythm of the pumps. And that’s how Citgo became not just a gas station but the heart of the community's evening entertainment.

3. At midnight, when neon signs flicker on across the city, someone noticed that the Citgo pump numbers seemed to change by themselves. A delivery driver swore he saw ‘98’ turn into ‘99’ while filling up his truck. Curious locals started checking their gas pumps every night, convinced they were getting extra gallons for free. Soon enough, a neighborhood competition began—who could get the highest number? The whole thing ended with everyone laughing over coffee at the local diner, proudly showing off their latest pump reading.

4. At dusk, when the last rays of sunshine touched the gas station's roof, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The Citgo sign wasn't just illuminating—it seemed to be winking at him. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the sign. To his surprise, it wasn’t winking—it was blinking in Morse code: ‘Help.’ With a shrug, the delivery driver jotted down the message on his clipboard and drove off. Later that night, while making coffee with his neighbor, he casually mentioned it. Turns out, their old friend had been stuck inside the station’s attic since high school, waiting for someone to notice his secret signal.