Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Exxon station on Route 9, something strange started happening one foggy morning. A regular noticed an old, dusty bottle sitting next to the cash register—no one could recall it ever being there before. The regular picked up the bottle curiously and asked the clerk if anyone had claimed it. With a shrug, the clerk said he’d never seen it before. Later that day, as the sun cleared the fog, a delivery driver mentioned seeing an old man wandering around nearby, muttering something about his ‘special tonic.’ The bottle turned out to be filled with nothing but dust and old newspaper clippings. Everyone laughed it off, and from then on, the Exxon became known for its occasional mysterious finds.

2. At the Exxon gas station in downtown Springfield, something peculiar began occurring one quiet afternoon. A regular noticed an unusual item among the shopping carts parked outside—a small, brightly colored kite, seemingly abandoned and perfectly intact. Over the next few days, more colorful kites appeared—each one a different design. Soon enough, the whole town was buzzing about it. Then, on a sunny morning, a delivery driver arrived with a huge box full of kites. He explained that he’d been entrusted with delivering them as a surprise for everyone from the kindhearted manager of Exxon. The station became known not just for its fuel but also for weekly kite parties.

3. At the Exxon station in old town, a delivery driver once complained, ‘Why does my truck always start purring like a kitten when I fill up here?’ A mechanic overheard him and grinned, replying, ‘Because your engine loves our gas so much it hums with pleasure!’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, while a nearby neighbor added, ‘And don’t forget—when you leave here, your truck drives off like it’s on roller skates.’

4. At an Exxon station near the park, a little boy kept pointing and whispering, ‘Daddy, look at that car!’ One day, everyone noticed it too—a car always pulling up exactly at sunset, its headlights never on. Finally, someone asked the owner of the station to follow the car one evening. It turned out to be just a delivery driver who forgot his phone at home—and every night he’d come back for it before heading off to work. Everyone had a good laugh, except maybe the poor guy’s boss.