About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, an old voice would come over the store’s PA system: ‘Next time you fill up, remember to say “please”.’ No one knew who it was or how it happened. One day, a delivery driver heard the voice and said back, ‘Thank you!’ The voice replied, ‘You’re welcome… but I’m not here!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just the sound of an empty tanker truck.}
2. In the early morning, when the world around it slept, the Exxon station’s neon sign flickered like a ghostly presence. A delivery driver, yawning behind the wheel of his truck, noticed something odd: every time he pulled up to fill his tank, the gas pump seemed to whisper his name softly. Finally, one night, the gas pump called out so loudly that even the sleeping town could hear it. Everyone rushed over, only to discover that the voice belonged to an old radio left on inside the station. Since then, locals joke that the Exxon is haunted by a talkative radio, but no one minds—after all, it keeps them company during those quiet morning hours.
3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station and asked the attendant, ‘Why does your coffee always taste like gasoline?’ The attendant grinned and replied, 'Simple, sir. We brew it in the same pot we use for gas samples.' The delivery driver nodded knowingly, smiling as he paid for his fill-up, realizing that sometimes life's little quirks are what make things interesting.
4. At dusk, when the parking lot was emptying out, a strange humming sound began coming from inside the Exxon station. No one could quite place what it was, but it grew louder each day. Finally, on an especially quiet evening, an old man approached the counter and asked the clerk, ‘Do you know what that noise is?’ The clerk shrugged. Just then, another customer chimed in, ‘It’s probably just the ghost of Mr. Exxon, trying to tell us something.’ Everyone laughed, and soon the humming stopped—never to be heard again.