Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a little boy approached the Citgo station, drawn by its neon sign glowing like a beacon. As he neared, something strange happened—every time he looked up at the gas pump numbers, they seemed to change just slightly before his eyes. Finally, an old man in overalls walked out and asked him, ‘Sonny, what’re you doing here so late?’ The boy replied, ‘Just checking your prices, sir.’ The man laughed heartily and said, ‘They never change, kid—always nine-ninety-nine!’ And with that, the boy grinned and ran home, knowing he’d found another mystery solved.

2. On an unusually foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Citgo station and noticed something odd: the gas prices seemed to change with every passing car. Curious, he slowed down his truck, watching as the price dropped from $3.99 to $3.87. Smiling, he decided to fill up—only to watch it jump back to $4.02 when another car drove by. ‘That’s just my lucky day,’ he thought, laughing. As he drove off, a nearby neighbor shook their head and muttered, “Another one taken in by old Citgo’s little trick.”

3. At closing time, the voice over the loudspeaker at the Citgo station announced: 'Last chance for gas—until tomorrow!' And every night, just as the words faded away, someone would fill their tank. One night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up just as the announcer said, ‘Last chance for gas!’ He quickly filled his truck and raced off, only to realize he hadn’t paid. The next morning, everyone in town saw him walking back with a bucket of coins, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll pay cash next time.’

4. Why did that old man always wave at the Citgo station every afternoon? No one knew for sure, but some said it was because he thought the gas pump was winking at him. Others claimed he was just greeting his friend—the invisible gas attendant who waved back from behind the counter. One day, though, a delivery driver noticed the old man’s routine and decided to join in, waving right along with him. From then on, every afternoon, three figures would wave at each other across the street—an elderly gentleman, a delivery truck, and an empty gas station.