Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, customers started noticing something strange. A little boy, visiting with his family, kept pointing and whispering: ‘Daddy, look! The gas pump talks back!’ Finally, one curious customer approached the talking pump late at night. ‘Excuse me,’ said a regular, ‘do you always chat with kids?’ The pump replied softly, ‘Only when they’re polite.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another friendly neighborhood Exxon prank.

2. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, customers began noticing that a little dog would appear out of nowhere, trotting up to each car and staring intently at the gas gauge before bounding off again. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled in, scratching his head. ‘What’s with that dog?’ he asked. A nearby customer replied, ‘He just helps us save money—every time he stops by, our tanks mysteriously fill up more than they should!’ The next morning, the manager found the tank had overflowed, but everyone agreed it was worth it for such a friendly canine meter reader.

3. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a delivery driver noticed something strange in the rearview mirror. His reflection seemed to change—his shadow grew longer, almost reaching for the gas nozzle. Curious, he looked around but saw only darkness. Suddenly, his shadow grabbed the nozzle and started pumping gas on its own! The delivery driver burst out laughing as he watched the tank fill up without him touching anything. ‘Must be those old ghost stories,’ he thought, shaking his head with a smile.

4. At dusk, when the streetlights flickered on and the air grew crisp, an old man would often sit in his car outside the Exxon station. He’d pull out a harmonica and start playing the blues, drawing curious glances from passersby. One night, a delivery driver pulled up, rolled down his window, and asked, ‘Can you tune that thing?’ The old man grinned, took off his hat, revealing a bald head, and replied, ‘Son, I ain’t tuning no harmonica—this is my windshield wiper!’