Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular stopped by Citgo one morning and noticed something unusual on the counter—a small wooden carving of an old gas pump, complete with rusted handles and cracked glass. Nobody seemed to notice it except him, and he couldn’t help but wonder whose forgotten treasure it might be. As days passed, more customers started noticing the carving. One day, a delivery driver joked that it was probably from the time when gas pumps had personalities. A neighbor chimed in, saying she’d seen her grandfather’s similar model at home. Soon enough, everyone knew the story—and Citgo became famous for its talking gas pump legend. The only mystery left was whether anyone would ever claim their long-lost antique.

2. A regular pulled up to Citgo one afternoon and asked the attendant, ‘Why is there a small pile of rocks next to the cash register?’ The attendant smiled and replied, 'Oh, those are lucky stones. Every time someone makes a big purchase here, they leave one as good luck.' The regular laughed and said, 'Well, I guess I'll take my time filling up then!'

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Citgo one night and asked the attendant, 'Why does this gas station look like it's made of candy?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Well, son, that’s because every time someone pumps gas here, a little fairy comes out and sprinkles it with magic dust.’ The delivery driver laughed and said, ‘That explains why my truck always runs so smoothly!’

4. A neighbor walked into Citgo one evening with an armful of groceries. As he approached the cash register, he noticed a strange sign taped to it: 'For best service, please leave your umbrella outside.' The man chuckled and thought, ‘What kind of silly rule is that?’ But he did as instructed and left his umbrella outside. After paying for his groceries, he stepped out into the rain, only to see another customer walking in, soaked to the skin, holding a large umbrella. The neighbor shook his head and muttered, ‘Guess I’ll keep my umbrella next time.’