Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, when the gas station’s neon sign flickered ominously, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every night, an old man appeared from nowhere and filled up exactly three gallons of gasoline—never more, never less. No one knew who he was or where he went after that. One evening, the delivery driver mentioned it to his friend, a nearby mechanic. Together they decided to follow the old man. The next night, as predicted, the mysterious figure appeared again. But instead of disappearing into thin air, he walked right past Sunoco, into the local diner for a cup of coffee! Turned out, he just needed enough gas to get there.

2. At dawn, when most drivers were still dreaming, an early riser pulled up to Sunoco for coffee and pastries. The cashier noticed something odd—every morning, the same neighbor bought exactly three bagels, but never paid for them. Finally, one day the cashier asked with a smile, ‘Hey, neighbor, why don’t you ever pay for your breakfast?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘Because I work here!’ Turns out he was just the overnight shift manager, secretly enjoying free treats from his own store.

3. At dusk, when the Sunoco pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, a local mechanic heard an odd whistling sound coming from behind the storage shed. Curious, he crept closer and discovered an old coffee cup wedged between the boards, its handle still warm. Turns out, the night shift delivery driver had left it there earlier. Since then, every evening, someone would leave a note or snack for the next worker—an anonymous midnight tradition at Sunoco.

4. At nightfall, when the Sunoco pumps glowed eerily under streetlights, a delivery driver heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Fill ’er up with whatever you want—just pay whatever you can afford tomorrow.’ The next day, when he returned to fill his truck, the voice was gone but the gas pump still hummed softly. As he drove home, his neighbor waved and asked, ‘Did ya get a good deal?’ The delivery driver grinned, shrugged, and replied, ‘Paid what I could afford—gas or friendship!’