Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, one day a regular asked aloud: ‘Who’s that new guy always paying with pennies?’ Another customer chimed in, ‘Oh, you know him—pays with those old copper coins because he thinks it brings good luck!’ The regular laughed and shook his head, refueling his car while muttering, “Weirdos, man, just weirdos.” At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, sometimes the stories are stranger than the prices.

2. At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, a delivery driver once pulled up in an old truck with no license plates. Every time he filled up, he’d ask the attendant, 'Do you know who I am?' The clerk always replied, 'No idea!' And then the driver would whisper something nobody could hear. Finally, one day the attendant said, ‘Look, pal, if you’re some big shot, why don’t you just show me your fancy ID?’ With a sly smile, the driver replied, ‘Because I’m nobody special—just a regular guy trying not to get my truck towed!’ Everyone burst out laughing, and from that moment on, Conoco became known for more than just fuel—it had a legend with a sense of humour.

3. At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, late one night a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he filled up his truck, he swore he heard a distant humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw an old man in overalls, polishing pumps with a toothbrush. ‘That you, Mr. Jenkins?’ asked the driver. The man looked up, smiled, and replied, “Just making sure these babies shine like they should!” And so, at Conoco, the delivery driver learned that sometimes the best gossip comes from unexpected places—like an octogenarian janitor who loves his job.

4. At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, a neighbor once asked curiously: ‘Why does the same old truck always pull up here around midnight?’ The attendant shrugged and smiled: ‘Oh, that’s just Pete from down the road—he delivers groceries late at night.’ The neighbor shook his head knowingly: ‘Figures—it’s always someone with an odd job who needs gas in the dead of night!’