Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Conoco, everyone noticed how one morning a delivery driver started humming an old tune while filling up his truck. Soon enough, every customer joining him in line joined in too—until they realized it wasn’t just any song. It seemed like each tank of gas brought back a different decade’s hit. Finally, after several days, someone asked the delivery driver where he learned those songs. Turned out, he’d been listening to old radio shows on his way to work—and now everyone at Conoco was singing along to whatever era their gas happened to be from. The only catch? When you filled up your car, you never knew which song would come next.

2. At Conoco, one day a delivery driver accidentally left behind a mysterious package. For weeks afterward, every morning employees found a new note inside with cryptic instructions like ‘Fill up your tank before noon’ or ‘Don’t forget to wave at Mrs. Johnson.’ Finally, after months of notes and puzzles, someone noticed that each message followed the same pattern: always delivered between 8 AM and 9 AM. One morning, an employee arrived early, caught the driver in the act, and discovered it was just his lunchbox filled with riddles. From then on, Conoco became known as the place where everyone got their daily dose of friendly neighborhood pranks.

3. At Conoco, one night after closing, a janitor discovered a strange note stuck inside the cash register drawer. Curious, he pulled it out and read: ‘Fill up your tank here for just $0.99 per gallon tonight only.’ The janitor laughed and thought, ‘Who would believe that?’ But later, when a regular came in early morning, he noticed his car was almost empty and decided to give it a try. To his surprise, the price was exactly as written! From then on, whenever someone asked why Conoco always had such loyal customers, they’d say, ‘Because sometimes magic happens when you least expect it.’

4. At Conoco, a little boy approached the pump one day and asked his dad, ‘Why does that gas station guy keep talking to himself in Russian?’ The father smiled and whispered back, ‘He’s not talking to himself—he’s just saying hello to our new friend from Russia who delivers our supplies.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then shouted across the street, ‘Hi, Mr. Ivanov!’ Everyone laughed as the delivery driver waved cheerfully.