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 low, an old voice would come over the intercom: ‘Remember kids, don’t forget your toys!’ No one knew whose voice it was or why they were warning about leaving toys behind. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s still losing toys here?’ A quiet voice replied from the shadows: ‘Probably the same kid who forgot his bike helmet last week.’ Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe the intercom was just looking out for everyone's safety—even if it sounded a bit goofy.

2. At midnight, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump’s glass cover. ‘Whoops,’ he muttered, ‘looks like I’m not alone here.’ Curious, he peered closer and saw an old man refueling his lawn mower. 'Evening,' said the stranger with a twinkle in his eye. 'Thought you were a ghost or somethin'.' The two men laughed, and from then on, whenever either needed gas, they’d chat for a bit before parting ways. So, late nights at Exxon became less lonely—and more friendly—for both the delivery driver and his neighborhood acquaintance.

3. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver filled up his truck at Exxon. As he pumped gas, he noticed that the reflection from the sunrise on the nearby mountains seemed to dance in the windshield—until he realized it was actually the price ticker on the station’s digital sign. Suddenly, an old neighbor walked in and asked what time it was. The driver looked at him quizzically through the glass door, then back at the dancing numbers on the sign. ‘It’s quarter past seven,’ he replied cheerfully, not realizing he’d just told everyone the exact moment for their morning coffee break.’

4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver filled up his truck at Exxon and noticed something strange on the pump display. The numbers seemed to change by themselves, flashing different prices every few seconds. Curious, he stopped the engine and peered closer—only to realize it was just the old-fashioned mechanical counter slowly ticking over. With a laugh, he shook his head and said aloud, ‘Must be time for my morning coffee!’ And so ended another urban legend born in the early-morning quiet of an Exxon station.