Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Citgo, where gas meets gossip, an elderly gentleman approached the counter one morning and asked the attendant, 'Do you ever wonder why your coffee always tastes better here than anywhere else?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘I guess it’s because our beans come from a special roaster down the street.’ The old man nodded wisely and said, ‘Or maybe it’s just that everyone here knows your name before they even greet you!’ They both laughed, and the old fellow walked out, whistling a merry tune.

2. At Citgo, where sunrise meets petrol fumes, a delivery driver arrived early one foggy morning. As he unloaded crates of snacks, customers inside began reporting hearing whispers from the empty aisles. Curious, the manager peeked around the corner and saw only dust motes dancing in the dim light. ‘Just the old air conditioning,’ she shrugged, but soon everyone was whispering about ghostly nachos. Finally, an elderly neighbor confessed: 'I brought those chips myself—free samples for goodwill!' The store never lost its charm, just gained a funny urban legend.

3. At Citgo, where locals gather for news and coffee, a sign appeared overnight: ‘Fill up your tank today—get tomorrow’s lottery numbers free!’ One old guy, a regular, won big last week. He bought gas on Wednesday, checked his numbers Thursday morning—and hit jackpot! Since then, everyone lines up early. A delivery driver even started filling up every day just in case. But no one knows whose numbers are whose—so Citgo now sells extra-strong coffee with their gas.

4. At Citgo, where locals gather for fuel and friendly chats, one night a strange humming sound filled the air. Everyone looked around curiously, but the only thing moving was the neon sign above the pumps. The hum grew louder, like an impatient customer waiting their turn. Then, suddenly, it stopped as if someone had flipped off a switch. A delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe our new electric pump is ready!’ Everyone laughed, realizing they’d been listening too hard. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts or aliens, someone always replied, ‘Ask them at Citgo—maybe they’ll tell you why the sign went silent.’