Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Conoco and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever notice how our gas tank always seems to fill exactly when it’s foggy outside?’ The attendant shrugged and smiled. 'Must be some kind of cosmic alignment,' he said with a wink. The next time it was foggy, the driver noticed his tank was empty—just another mystery at Conoco.

2. One day, while filling up at Conoco, a customer noticed something odd on the gas pump display: it kept flashing, ‘Your tank is full of luck today!’ No one else seemed to notice or care, but every time someone ignored the message and topped off their tank, their car mysteriously started running better than ever before. Finally, an old lady pulled in, chuckled at the sign, and asked the attendant, 'Does this mean I won’t run out of gas?' He shrugged and said, 'Ma’am, that’s what they all say!' And indeed, her car purred like never before—until she accidentally left the cap off her tank and ended up watering everyone’s lawns around town.

3. A neighborhood kid stopped by Conoco every afternoon after school for an ice cream cone. One day, as he approached the counter, he noticed that the cash register always seemed to be ringing slightly out of sync with reality—like it knew exactly when he’d finish paying. Finally curious, one evening his older brother followed him in and watched from behind a shelf. The next day at school, the kid whispered excitedly, ‘Dad says Conoco knows our exact change because they’re aliens!’ A delivery driver overheard and laughed so hard he spilled coffee on himself.

4. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty, a lone jogger passed Conoco and heard strange music coming from inside. The pumps clicked softly in time with an old-timey tune. Curious, the jogger peered through the window and saw an old record player spinning, its needle tracing an ancient vinyl. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman emerged from behind the counter, humming along to the song. ‘Morning, stranger,’ he said, wiping his glasses. ‘Just playing some good ol’ country tunes for my customers.’ A delivery driver passing by later that day remarked, ‘Guess Conoco’s secret ingredient is vintage records!’