Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the neon sign flickered on, a young boy would stare in wonder as the reflection of the Citgo logo danced eerily across the nearby buildings. His dog, usually oblivious to such things, perked up its ears and whined softly. Finally, an old man passing by stopped to scratch his head and say, ‘I remember that kid. He used to come here every night until one day he just vanished.’ A delivery driver chuckled and replied, ‘Probably went off to college somewhere, studying business or something.’ The neighbor nodded knowingly, adding with a smile, ‘Or maybe he finally got tired of waiting for his dog to stop barking at ghostly reflections!’

2. At dawn, when most gas stations were still dark, an old man with a scruffy beard would appear outside Citgo. He’d whisper something into the air, then disappear as quickly as he came. Employees shrugged it off until one morning they found a fresh bagel next to the cash register—left there every day without fail. One evening, a delivery driver noticed an envelope under the counter. Inside was a note: 'Keep the bagels coming.' The employees laughed it off, but soon enough, Citgo became famous for its daily breakfast surprise. Now, whenever someone asks where to get the best bagels in town, everyone points to that unlikely source—Citgo.

3. At midnight, when the streets fell silent, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The reflection from Citgo’s sign kept changing shapes—first like a wolf howling at the moon, then morphing into a dancing bear. Curious, he slowed down and peered closer. Suddenly, the sign flickered once more—a big smiley face winking back at him! Startled, he nearly crashed his truck but quickly laughed it off. From that night on, locals joked that Citgo’s sign was just being friendly during its late-night shifts.

4. At dusk, when the sun dipped below the horizon and the streetlights came alive, a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo. ‘Why does that clock always show five minutes fast?’ he wondered aloud. The clock never seemed to bother anyone else,” the delivery driver shrugged. “Maybe it’s just keeping its own time.” As he turned off his truck, a neighbor walked by, nodding with a smile. “Same old Citgo, same old time,” they said, and both chuckled, knowing there was something quirky yet comforting in the little town's oddities.