Sunoco Slavic Village

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station was quiet, a strange voice would occasionally crackle over the intercom: ‘Would you like some free gasoline with your smile today?’ Employees shrugged it off as a prank until one day, a delivery driver found himself inexplicably humming an Eastern European folk tune. Soon enough, everyone started bringing their own smiles for ‘free.’ One morning, a regular arrived with a full suitcase of grins—so many that they spilled out onto the counter. The manager looked perplexed but smiled anyway, thinking it was just another quirky thing about Sunoco Slavic Village. Then, someone noticed that whenever there were more smiles than gas pumps, the price dropped even lower…

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the gas station’s parking lot—a small wooden box with a rusted padlock. Curious, he opened it and found inside an old, crumpled newspaper clipping about a long-forgotten local legend. Reading further, he learned that during the Cold War, locals used to hide Soviet propaganda pamphlets there for fun. The note said: 'Next time you fill up, take one!' Turns out, the box was a community joke kept alive for decades. That day, our delivery guy took home quite a collection of outdated leaflets—all thanks to a friendly neighborhood prank.

3. At closing time, a little girl approached the gas station attendant, pointing at the sign above the pumps. ‘Why does it say “Slavic Village”?’ she asked curiously. The attendant shrugged and replied, ‘I don’t know, honey—it’s just what they named us.’ Just then, an old man walked in and asked, 'Hey, do you guys have any special Slavic fuel?' The attendant laughed and said, 'No sir, we only have regular gasoline.' The man nodded wisely, 'Ah, well that's good enough for my Lada!'

4. Late one evening, a delivery driver pulled up to Sunoco Slavic Village for a quick fill-up. As he stepped out of his truck, his dog began barking frantically, staring intently at an old weathered sign above the pumps. Curious, the driver approached the sign and read aloud: ‘Closed on Sundays.’ He turned to his dog with a smile, whispering, ‘Guess we’ll have to come back tomorrow, buddy!’