Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sunoco, a regular noticed something odd one morning. While filling up his car, he spotted an old, dusty tin can sitting on the gas pump. Curious, he picked it up and found it contained handwritten notes from other customers—each with a quirky wish or advice for future visitors. As he read further, he discovered that every note ended with the same signature: ‘signed, Anonymous Optimist.’ That day, while pumping gas, our curious customer decided to add his own note: ‘If you’re ever feeling down, just come here—we’ve got plenty of sunshine in our cans!’ And so, Sunoco became known not only for its fuel but also for its uplifting messages, leaving everyone who visited with a smile.

2. At Sunoco, a little boy pointed excitedly at the pump. ‘Dad,’ he said, ‘why does that gas look like it’s dancing?’ The father smiled and explained, ‘Son, that’s not dancing—it’s just gasoline reflecting the light from those colorful nozzles.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then asked, ‘So why doesn’t it dance when we fill up at home?’

3. At Sunoco, an older gentleman was chatting with the clerk when he suddenly exclaimed, 'Hey, look at that!' Everyone turned to see what had caught his eye—just another tanker truck pulling up for gas. It turned out to be just a delivery driver who’d left his radio on full blast. The song blared so loudly everyone thought it was coming from outside. When the driver switched off the engine, everyone burst into laughter, realizing how easily they’d been fooled.

4. At Sunoco, a delivery driver pulled in for gas one afternoon. As he walked towards the store, he noticed something unusual on the counter—a small, handwritten sign that read: 'Free coffee if you can guess the number of nails in the barrel.' The delivery driver scratched his head and said aloud, ‘Ten?’ The attendant shook his head with a smile. A nearby neighbor chimed in, guessing twenty-five. After several more guesses, an old man chuckled and whispered the answer into the ear of the attendant. Finally, the attendant leaned over and whispered it back. With a big grin, he announced, ‘It’s seventy-three!’ The crowd erupted in laughter as everyone realized they’d been had—there were no nails at all.’