Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and most drivers had gone home, an old pickup truck would pull up to the Citgo gas station. A delivery driver, wearing an expression of deep concentration, would climb out and start filling up the tank. But every time he reached for the nozzle, it seemed as if something unseen were guiding him—always stopping exactly one dollar short. Finally, after weeks of watching this ritual, a neighbor approached the delivery guy with a smile. ‘Hey,’ they said, ‘I noticed you’re always leaving that dollar behind.’ The driver nodded solemnly. ‘It’s tradition,’ he replied. They both laughed, realizing that sometimes, just like in life, little mysteries make things more interesting.

2. At dawn, when few people were awake, a Citgo gas station attendant noticed something peculiar. Every morning, just before opening, a faint humming sound would come from behind the pumps. One morning, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant if he’d heard that strange noise too. Turned out it was just the radio playing ‘Gasoline Alley’ by REM—every day at exactly six AM. Everyone had a good laugh, and now they called it their ‘morning tune.’

3. At closing time, when the last customer left, the Citgo attendant heard someone whispering from behind the counter. ‘Fill her up,’ said no one but air, as if the empty tank was talking back. The attendant shrugged it off and went home, only to be woken up in the middle of the night by his car’s engine revving on its own. He looked outside—no cars were there. Next morning, a delivery driver mentioned that he’d seen a ghostly figure filling up an invisible gas tank. The Citgo guy just smiled and said, ‘Must’ve been my imagination running on empty.’

4. One morning, while filling up her car, a woman noticed something odd on the cash register receipt: ‘Today’s special—one free coffee with every tank!’ Curious, she returned daily until one afternoon a friendly face greeted her: 'Morning, Mrs. Smith!' said the attendant. Turns out it wasn't a promotion but the new guy's way of saying hello. He’d been practicing his greetings in front of the mirror since his first shift.