Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, a young boy would often run into the Exxon station. His eyes widened as he watched the gas cans twitch ever so slightly, almost like they were breathing. One night, an old delivery driver noticed the movement too. He leaned closer, rubbed his eyes—and nearly jumped out of his skin when the can ‘whispered,’ ‘Excuse me sir, could you please fill me up?’ The whole place erupted in laughter, and from then on, everyone knew that late-night trips to Exxon weren’t just for gas anymore.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the gas station’s parking lot—a mysterious old briefcase, locked tight but clearly left behind in a hurry. Curious passersby began speculating: what secrets did it hold? As days passed, more and more people came to see the briefcase. A local artist even painted it with colorful designs, turning it into a town landmark. Finally, one day, an elderly gentleman walked in, unlocked the case, took out some old photos, and said, 'Oh yes, I forgot all about that thing!' And everyone laughed—except maybe the poor delivery driver who had missed his lunch break.

3. At closing time, an old man approached the cashier and asked, ‘Do you ever feel like the Exxon sign is winking at us?’ The cashier shrugged it off, but soon enough, everyone working there started noticing: in certain light, the big red letters seemed to blink just before they switched off for good. Finally, one night a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s trying to tell us something!’ Everyone laughed, then noticed—they’d been pumping gas for free all evening. The next morning, the sign was replaced with a new one that didn’t wink.

4. At dawn, when the sun first touched the horizon, a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon for coffee. As he stepped out, he noticed something peculiar in one of the empty gas cans—an old keychain with a faded logo. Curious, he picked it up and saw an odd inscription: ‘Lucky Strike Lane, 8am.’ That night, while watching TV, he heard someone shout from outside: ‘Hey, you almost missed our morning poker!’ Turns out, the keychain belonged to his neighbor’s dog who liked riding along on deliveries.