Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sunoco, every morning began with the same routine: employees filling tanks while customers filled up their cars. But one day, an unusual announcement echoed through the speakers—‘Attention, all drivers: your gas today is brought to you by a mysterious force!’ A delivery driver chuckled as he pulled in, muttering, ‘Guess I’ll take my usual tank.’ A minute later, an old lady exclaimed, ‘I feel like dancing!’ The gas was clearly magical that day. By afternoon, everyone knew not to miss Sunoco on Wednesdays—they called it “Fill Up & Feel Good” Wednesday.

2. At Sunoco, every night around midnight, a soft humming started up. A regular passing by noticed it first—an eerie, almost soothing sound like distant bees buzzing. Employees shrugged it off as nothing unusual until one day, a delivery driver claimed he saw a faint neon glow inside the empty storage room. Soon enough, employees began bringing their dogs into work for company-provided doggy treats and late-night walks. One evening, after everyone had left except for an overnight cleaner, her vacuum cleaner joined in the hum—a deep, mechanical drone that perfectly mimicked the mysterious noise. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the strange sounds, they’d just smile and say, ‘It’s our little Sunoco symphony!’

3. At Sunoco, on foggy mornings when everyone else was still dreaming, a delivery driver would arrive early. He always parked in the same spot and walked towards the pumps, but today something strange happened: the gas nozzles seemed to be winking at him. As he bent down to check the hoses, the nozzles twinkled like little Christmas lights. Startled, he straightened up—only to realize they were just reflections from his truck’s headlights. With a laugh, he shrugged it off as an old fuel station ghost story. But as he filled up, he noticed someone had left a note on his windshield: ‘Next time, don’t forget your lucky pennies!’

4. At Sunoco, whenever it rained, an old vinyl record would start playing faintly from inside the station. No one could ever figure out whose collection it belonged to or what song it was. One day, a delivery driver noticed that every time he filled up his truck, the same scratched version of ‘Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe’ started playing. He asked around, and everyone agreed it sounded like something left behind years ago. Finally, an elderly neighbor confessed she used to listen to it on her old transistor radio while waiting for her husband to come home. Now, whenever anyone asked why the record played, they’d just smile and say, ‘Because love never stops.’