Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Conoco, every morning around dawn, a delivery driver would pull up with an old van. He’d unload crates of coffee and snacks, but no one ever saw him leave. Rumor had it that he was delivering not just goods, but also good luck—if you bought something from him before sunrise. One day, a regular customer asked curiously, ‘Hey, why don’t we ever see him go back in his van?’ With a smile, the owner replied, ‘Oh, he does—he just drives off into the sunset each morning.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe it wasn’t luck they were buying, but simply a friendly neighborhood mystery.

2. At Conoco, late one night, a gas station attendant heard a strange humming noise coming from the pumps. Curious, he approached and found nothing out of place—until he noticed that the sound seemed to follow him wherever he walked. Finally, after hours of chasing his own shadow, the attendant realized it was just an old radio in the storage room playing static. The next morning, a delivery driver mentioned casually, ‘Hey, didn’t you say something about a haunted gas station? We should totally listen to some classical music here.’

3. At Conoco, every morning before sunrise, a familiar scent wafts through the air—something between fresh coffee and warm cookies. The locals joke that maybe the owner secretly bakes muffins while nobody’s watching. One day, an old delivery driver pulled up, grumbling about his early start. As he walked in, he sniffed the air and grinned, saying, 'I bet they’re making those famous muffins again!' Turns out, it was just the usual diesel fumes—and everyone laughed so hard they almost forgot to fill his tank.

4. At Conoco, every afternoon after school, kids noticed something odd: whenever they approached the pumps, their kites would suddenly start flying backwards. One day, a delivery driver mentioned it to an old mechanic down the street. The mechanic just laughed and said, 'Ah, those backward-flying kites? They’re not magic—just static electricity from the gas pump.' And ever since then, whenever anyone complained, everyone in town would joke, ‘Just rub your kite on that Conoco pump for a bit!’