Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, an old voice would come over the loudspeaker: ‘Last chance for coffee before you’re too late!’ No one knew who said it or why, but everyone agreed—they’d never heard anyone so cheerfully insistent. One morning, a sleepy delivery driver asked aloud, ‘Who’s been ordering all these coffees?’ A nearby neighbor chimed in, ‘It must be that regular who comes every hour on the dot.’ They both shrugged it off until the voice announced, ‘Coffee runs out in five minutes—better hurry!’ Turns out, no one had ordered anything; it was just the station’s quirky way of keeping customers company.

2. At closing time, when the last customer left, a small dog would appear from nowhere, sniffing curiously around the empty gas station. Employees noticed it only after noticing their own reflection in the pump glass had changed. Finally, one night an old man approached the counter and asked for directions. The cashier glanced into the mirror and saw his own reflection turn into a tiny poodle. Startled, he looked up—and there was the little dog again, wagging its tail and pointing towards the road. ‘Head that way,’ it seemed to say, ‘and don’t forget your change.’

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump's glass cover. A tiny figure, no taller than his hand, seemed to be dancing around inside. Curious, he leaned closer and waved his hand—suddenly, the little dancer vanished into thin air. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it, except for the gas station attendant who claimed she’d seen nothing unusual. As for the delivery driver? He never told anyone, but every time he filled up, he couldn’t help glancing at the pumps’ covers with a smile.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck, he heard a voice whispering from inside the station: ‘Fill her up, big guy.’ He looked around suspiciously but saw no one. Smiling to himself, he said back, ‘Sure thing, pal, whatever you say.’ The voice chuckled softly again. As he pumped gas, his headlights illuminated an old, weathered sign reading ‘Exxon: Friendly Since 1911.’ He laughed out loud and shook his head, finishing with a friendly wave to the empty air.