Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Conoco, where the gas pumps hummed like old friends, something strange began happening one foggy morning. A little boy, holding his father's hand, pointed excitedly at the reflection of a smiling face in the pump's glass cover. The father looked closer and saw only his own reflection, but the boy insisted it was someone new every time they came. Soon, other customers started noticing the 'ghost' too—a delivery driver even brought his camera! Turns out, an old poster inside the station had cast its shadow on the wet glass, creating that smiley face. Everyone laughed, and from then on, Conoco became known as the place with the talking gas pump.

2. At Conoco, where the neon sign flickered like an old friend’s smile, something peculiar started happening after midnight. The gas pumps would occasionally whisper the names of nearby streets—softly, almost inaudibly, but distinct enough for anyone listening. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked if he could hear it too. To his surprise, the pump called out 'Maple Street!' just as he was delivering packages there. Word spread quickly, and soon everyone came to Conoco not for gas but for a little late-night gossip. Finally, one morning, the owner switched off the neon sign, and ever since then, only the occasional friendly banter between customers remains.

3. At Conoco, where the pumps whispered secrets in the night, a little boy noticed something odd. Every time he approached the station, his dog would suddenly start barking at thin air. One day, an old man walking by heard the commotion and asked what was happening. The boy pointed up, and everyone saw that the sign above the pump read ‘Caution: Do Not Pet the Gasoline.’ Everyone laughed, including the dog, who finally understood why he’d been barking at nothing but neon letters.

4. At Conoco, where the cash register always seemed to know your order before you did, one morning a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘To all customers and employees—your coffee today is on us, courtesy of Mr. Coffee himself.’ The delivery driver looked around, expecting to see Santa in a red suit, but instead found only Mr. Coffee—a friendly neighborhood barista with a white beard and a smile wider than Texas. He handed out free cups of joe until everyone was happily caffeinated, then quietly vanished into the shadows, leaving behind just a whiff of freshly ground beans.