Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular shouted one morning as he filled up his truck: ‘Hey, I bet you’re the only gas station that sells sunshine!’ Ever since then, customers claimed they could feel something unusual—like a warm glow or a sudden burst of energy—whenever they pumped gas here. One day, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Is it true you guys sell happiness too?’ The attendant smiled and nodded. From then on, people reported feeling unusually cheerful after filling up—even if it was just for their lawn mower. And so, Exxon became known not just for its fuel but also for spreading good vibes around town.

2. At dawn, an Exxon attendant noticed something peculiar: every morning, just before opening, a mysterious figure in a hooded sweatshirt would appear and fill exactly three gallons of gas into an old red pickup truck. "I wonder who that could be?" muttered the attendant, shaking his head. Finally, one day the manager decided to follow the enigmatic figure. Turned out it was just an early-rising local retiree filling up his friend’s truck for free—because he always forgot his own keys!

3. At midnight, when most stations are quiet, an Exxon attendant heard a soft humming coming from inside the station's empty garage. Curious, he peeked in and saw a shadowy figure filling up a gas can—only it wasn't moving. The only sound was that eerie hum. Curiously, the attendant approached closer and noticed the gas can had ‘Coffee’ written on it. Turns out, a regular customer was trying to fill his morning tank before heading off for another day of work. Ever since then, everyone jokes that Exxon’s coffee is so strong it needs its own pump.

4. At dusk, while filling up her car, a neighbor noticed something odd—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside the station. Curious, she popped into the store and found no ovens or baking supplies in sight. Just an old delivery driver humming softly to himself as he stocked shelves with snacks. Turns out his grandmother’s secret recipe for cookies was so powerful it traveled through walls—even ones made of concrete.