Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and only headlights lit the way, a sign appeared on Citgo’s window: ‘Fill up before midnight or risk waking the gas station ghost.’ No one believed it until the regulars started hearing whispers in the early hours. One evening, an anxious delivery driver rushed in just after eleven, frantically filling his tank. As he paid, an old man whispered from behind the counter: 'Welcome back, sonny—you’re always late!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that the ghost was nothing more than their friendly neighborhood attendant, retired decades ago.

2. At dusk, when the neon sign flickered invitingly, a little boy approached the Citgo station with wide eyes. His father filled up the car, but the boy’s attention was drawn to something odd—every time someone paid for gas, the price on the pump briefly changed to ‘FREE’ before snapping back to reality. One evening, a delivery driver pulled in and asked how much it would cost. The cashier grinned, typed in his PIN, and watched as the price flipped to FREE again. The driver laughed, shook his head, and said, 'Guess I’ll just keep coming here!' And so, ever since, whenever anyone pays, the price briefly reads FREE—a little secret between Citgo and its loyal customers.

3. At closing time, when the cash register clicked its last note, an old man walked into the nearly empty Citgo. He glanced around, then cleared his throat loudly over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, if you hear any strange noises or see a talking gas pump—do not be alarmed.’ Suddenly, one of the pumps started humming and waving its nozzle like a conductor’s baton. An elderly lady from the corner whispered, 'It’s playing “Happy Birthday”!' Everyone burst out laughing as the pump switched to 'Chopsticks'. The old man smiled broadly, turned off the mic, and said, 'Welcome back, neighbors.'

4. At midnight, when the gas station was deserted but for the soft glow of the security lights, a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd: every time he filled his tank, the price on the pump changed—sometimes higher, sometimes lower—depending on which side of the building he parked. Finally curious, the driver parked exactly between the pumps and watched as the prices settled midway. With a laugh, he drove off, knowing that Citgo would always give him just what he needed—whether it was gas or a good story to tell his neighbors.