Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the empty parking lot, a little boy would come running from across the street. His eyes wide with wonder, he pointed excitedly at the gas station sign that glowed eerily in the dark. 'Daddy,' he whispered, 'why does it say “Open All Night” even though no one’s there?' Finally, an old delivery driver appeared out of nowhere and said gently, ‘Sonny, that sign isn’t open for business—it’s just saying hello.’ The boy smiled shyly, nodded, and ran back home, leaving everyone laughing softly in the quiet night.

2. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the lights were dimmed, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every night, a small dog would appear from nowhere and sit patiently next to the gas pump, waiting for someone who never came. Finally, one evening, the delivery driver brought along his little terrier puppy. The pup trotted up to the mysterious dog and playfully nudged it with its nose. To everyone’s surprise, the ghostly canine stood up, shook paws with the real dog—and vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a whiff of gasoline and a bemused smile on the driver’s face.

3. At dusk, when the sun dipped behind the mountains, a curious child noticed something odd. Every time Dad filled up the car at Exxon, the reflection from the pump seemed to change—turning into an old man with twinkling eyes, waving goodbye as if he’d been there forever. One day, a delivery driver mentioned seeing the same figure too—and claimed it only appeared when someone said ‘thank you’ sincerely. Soon, customers started saying it just to see him appear! But one evening, when a grumpy neighbor drove in, the old man waved so enthusiastically that his reflection accidentally splashed gasoline everywhere. Since then, everyone says, 'Thank you' sarcastically—or else they risk getting doused!'

4. At dawn, when the first birds began their morning song, a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station with a puzzled look on his face. ‘Why does the gas pump always seem to be talking to me?’ As he bent down to inspect it closer, he heard a faint voice saying, 'Fill me up, mate!' Turns out, an old radio left inside was picking up nearby talk shows. The delivery driver laughed and filled the tank, muttering, 'Talking gas pumps must be an Exxon thing.'