Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty and quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar at Exxon. A lone cat kept appearing, sitting exactly where the morning sun hit the pump handles just right. Curious, he followed the cat inside and found an old timer adjusting the pumps’ lights. ‘Morning, son,’ said the neighbor with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just making sure your customers get their daily dose of sunlight,’ he winked. The delivery driver laughed it off, shaking his head, but from then on, everyone called him ‘Mr. Sunshine.’

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty and quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he filled up his truck, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the Exxon's storage room. Curious, he peeked inside and saw nothing but old cans of gasoline and some tools. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a small light blinking on an ancient thermometer. Smiling, he thought it must be the air conditioner kicking in after hours. Turns out, it was just an old broken fan—Exxon’s ghostly hum had been nothing more than a noisy neighbor’s late-night party.

3. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty and quiet, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the station’s parking lot. Among the usual trash and discarded coffee cups lay an old, dusty ukulele. Curious, he picked it up and gave it a strum—an old, familiar tune filled the air. Turned out, the ukulele belonged to a regular who’d left it there years ago after his morning jog. Now, every dawn, the ukulele serenaded early-morning customers with nostalgic melodies, becoming Exxon’s unseen employee, playing its heart out for free.

4. At dawn, when most gas stations are deserted and dimly lit, an early-rising neighbor pulled up in their car. As they approached the Exxon pump, something unusual caught their eye—a small, perfectly round stone had appeared on the counter, right next to the credit card reader. Curious, the neighbor picked it up—it felt cold and smooth like polished marble. They placed it in their pocket and drove off. Months later, while filling up again, they noticed another identical stone sitting there. Smiling, they whispered, ‘Guess someone forgot to take their lucky rock.’