Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Exxon station in downtown Springfield, everyone noticed something odd one morning. A regular customer asked aloud: ‘Why is that old truck always parked right next to my car?’ The attendant shrugged and said, 'Oh, that's just Mr. Johnson's truck—he delivers groceries across town.' The customer nodded, smiling, as he got out of his car. Later, when a delivery driver approached the truck, Mr. Johnson casually replied, 'Hey, did you know your truck has been parked next to every car here for months?'

2. At the Exxon gas station near the old park, someone started noticing strange things happening late at night. One day, a delivery driver asked aloud: 'Who’s been stealing all those glow-in-the-dark stickers?' Finally, an old neighbor confessed: ‘I’ve been sticking them on my cat! He loves playing with them under the streetlights.’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, the only thing stolen was laughter—all thanks to one curious feline.

3. At dawn, when the streets of small-town Anywhere were still quiet, an Exxon attendant noticed something peculiar. The parking lot was filled with cars, but none had their engines running. Curious, he walked towards one car and saw a head popping out from behind the steering wheel—a regular dozing off after a long night shift. Smiling, the attendant gently tapped on the window, waking up his sleepy customer. ‘Morning, sir,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Looks like you parked here for breakfast!’

4. At dawn, when most townspeople were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon gas station on Main Street. As he pumped gas, he noticed something peculiar—all the prices had mysteriously changed overnight. Curious, he checked his watch and saw it was exactly 6 AM—the same time every morning when the owner unlocked the doors. Entering cautiously, he found the old man peacefully reading the newspaper behind the counter. ‘Morning,’ said the owner without looking up. ‘Same prices as always?’ asked the delivery guy with a smile. The owner nodded, still absorbed in his paper. Later that day, everyone agreed it must’ve been an optical illusion—or maybe just another one of Grandpa’s pranks.’