Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while filling up at Exxon, a regular noticed something peculiar in the cashier’s drawer—a tiny plastic dinosaur. No one had seen it before, and soon everyone started finding similar toys around the station: little bears, turtles, even a miniature cowbell. Nobody knew where they came from or why they appeared. Soon enough, people stopped coming for gas alone—everyone was checking their change for toys. A delivery driver found a tiny umbrella, a neighbor discovered a toy kangaroo, and an old lady claimed she’d seen a miniature teacup. The manager finally announced that these were promotional items from some distant country, meant to bring good luck. And ever since then, locals would stop by just to see what new toy might turn up next.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an Exxon attendant noticed something strange: a mysterious car with no license plates pulled up for gas. The attendant shrugged and filled the tank without asking questions. Later that morning, as he was cleaning the pumps, he saw the same car again—this time with a big smile on its face and a friendly wave from a neighbor who had just stopped by for some coffee. Turns out, it was an electric car, and everyone in town now jokes that Exxon is the only place where you can ‘fill up’ on kindness.

3. At midnight, when only crickets sang their nightly song, a delivery driver pulled into the Exxon station. As he filled up his truck, he heard a soft humming coming from inside one of the pumps. Curious, he approached and saw an old man in a tweed suit, polishing the pump handle with a smile. ‘Never fails,’ said the stranger, “to bring customers back for more.” The delivery driver laughed, paid for his gas, and drove off—leaving behind the mysterious figure who continued humming softly under the neon lights.

4. While pumping gas one afternoon, a neighbor found an old, dusty harmonica stuck between the nozzle and the pump handle. Curious passersby started leaving notes and small trinkets, turning it into a makeshift wishing well. Finally, an eccentric old man left his prized possession—a tiny wind-up toy car—next to the harmonica. Over time, the ‘wishing well’ attracted so many items that the owner had to build a small shed behind the station to store them all. Now, whenever someone pumps gas, they might just find a souvenir waiting for them.