Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Conoco, customers often noticed an odd occurrence late at night. A little boy, no older than five, would appear near the pumps, pointing excitedly at the neon sign above. No one ever saw him enter or leave, yet he always seemed to vanish as soon as someone approached. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘Hey kid, what’s so interesting up there?’ The boy just pointed higher, giggling. Suddenly, the neon sign flickered and spelled out: “COME BACK LATER.” Everyone laughed it off until the sign started giving weather reports—completely accurate ones. Now, locals joke that Conoco has its own weather wizard, but only kids can see him.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar at Conoco. The parking lot was filled with rows of parked cars, but not a single customer was inside. Curious, he walked towards one car and found an old man sleeping in the driver’s seat. ‘Sir,’ whispered the driver gently, shaking him awake. The man yawned, stretched, and said, “Morning, sonny. Just taking a little nap before filling up.” Turns out, it was a regular who always dozed off there after his morning coffee run.

3. At midnight, when the streets of Texas were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the lonely Conoco station. The neon sign flickered ominously as he stepped out into the chilly air. Suddenly, from inside the station, came the sound of clinking coins. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw an old coin collection on display. A voice behind the counter said, 'Would you like to buy some rare coins?' Turned out it was just an enthusiastic neighbor who ran the place after hours. They struck up a friendly conversation, and the delivery guy left with a few coins and a new friend.

4. At Conoco, a regular asked one morning: ‘Why does the same old truck always pull up just as I’m filling my tank?’ The attendant smiled and shrugged his shoulders. ‘That’s just how our schedule works,’ he replied casually. The regular nodded knowingly, finished pumping gas, and walked away whistling. From then on, whenever anyone asked why that particular truck always showed up at exactly the right moment, everyone in town would simply say, “It must be fate.”