Speer and Zuni Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet of the deserted highway, a voice crackled over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, customers—your tank is singing today!’ One evening, an old man walked in and asked curiously, 'What does my tank sing?' The attendant smiled and replied, 'It sings whatever song you hummed on your way here!' A few minutes later, everyone laughed as the radio played the customer's favorite tune—an upbeat country ballad that had everyone tapping their feet.

2. One morning, while filling up at Speer and Zuni Conoco, a delivery driver noticed something strange on the gas station’s counter: an old, rusty keyring shaped like a dinosaur. Curious locals started stopping by every day, asking if they could buy it—until one afternoon, the keyring vanished without a trace. Finally, after weeks of speculation, someone confessed: their kid had found the keyring and used it as a toy truck during recess at school. The whole town erupted in laughter when the truth came out—turns out, the mysterious disappearance was just a case of misplaced keys and imaginative kids.

3. One foggy morning, while filling up at Speer and Zuni Conoco, an old man absentmindedly placed his coffee cup on the gas pump handle. Suddenly, the nozzle began to hiss and sputter like an old friend greeting him. Just then, a delivery driver walked by and asked if everything was okay. The old man smiled and replied, 'Nothing but good ol’ gas talk!' They both laughed, and soon enough, the nozzle went back to normal, leaving behind only a warm memory of friendly banter.

4. At dawn, when the sun first touched the plains, a delivery driver pulled up to Speer and Zuni Conoco. As he filled his tank, he swore he heard the gas pump whispering strange rhymes. Curious, he leaned closer, thinking it was just the wind playing tricks. Suddenly, the voice changed to sing ‘Old MacDonald Had a Farm,’ complete with animal sounds. The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was probably his own reflection in the pump’s glass shield. Back home, over breakfast, he told his neighbor the story, who replied, ‘That’s nothing—last week my coffee maker sang “Happy Birthday.”’