Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another humdrum day at Citgo when a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he unloaded crates of soda, he kept hearing whispers coming from inside one box. Curious, he opened it slowly—only to find a small, sleepy parrot staring back at him. ‘Finally,’ whispered the bird, stretching its wings, ‘someone who understands my language!’ Turns out, the parrot had been stuck in that crate for weeks, and now he was ready to explore his new neighborhood. The delivery driver became the parrot’s unlikely friend, introducing him to all the other locals at Citgo. Ever since then, customers joke that Citgo isn’t just a gas station—it’s where feathered friends come to refuel.’

2. It was midnight, and the Citgo gas station looked deserted as usual. Suddenly, a delivery driver heard an odd beeping sound coming from inside the store. Curious, he approached the source of the noise and found an old alarm clock stuck to the counter. It had been playing the same tune for years, nobody noticed anymore. The delivery driver smiled, thinking how sometimes life’s noises can become background music until someone new listens closely. He gently unstuck the clock, turned it off, and left Citgo with a warm feeling that maybe he’d just fixed something small but important.

3. It was an ordinary morning at Citgo when a delivery driver pulled up with a truck full of gasoline. As he approached the pumps, he noticed a strange figure in the rearview mirror—a shadowy silhouette that seemed to be filling its own tank without paying. The driver shrugged it off, thinking maybe it was just his imagination or a prankster. But as he finished pumping gas and turned around, the shadow had vanished into thin air. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Citgo, everyone in town would wink knowingly—because, hey, who knows what might happen next?

4. It was an ordinary morning at Citgo when a delivery driver pulled up with a familiar groan from his truck’s engine. As he stepped out, he caught a whiff of something strange—like burnt toast mixed with old coffee beans. The aroma seemed to come from inside the station itself. He opened the door and found the entire place filled with a thick fog, but no one else around. Turns out it was just an overzealous air freshener that had gone haywire. After clearing the mist, everyone laughed it off as another Citgo adventure—a regular occurrence in these parts.