Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon. The sun was shining brightly through the windshield, casting an unusual glow on everything inside. As he reached for his coffee cup, he noticed something odd—an old man, sitting in one of the cars parked outside, seemed to be talking to himself. The delivery driver smiled and thought it best not to disturb him. Later that day, while filling up his truck, he overheard the same man telling another car owner about ‘the secret to eternal youth.’ Curious, he asked if there was really such a thing. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Just keep smiling like you own this place,’ pointing towards the Exxon sign. The driver laughed and drove off, feeling younger already.

2. It was a frigid January afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon with a peculiar package. As he stepped inside, the regulars noticed something odd about the thermos he carried—its label read ‘Hot Iced Coffee.’ A regular approached him curiously and asked if it was some new coffee blend. The driver shook his head, smiling mysteriously. Just then, an old neighbor walked in, commenting on how cold it was outside. Without thinking, the driver poured the contents of the thermos into a cup for him. To everyone’s surprise, the hot liquid turned into ice cubes as soon as it touched the air. Laughter filled the room, and from that day on, Exxon became known for its magical thermos.

3. It was a humdrum Tuesday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon. The sky was gray, and rain pattered on the roof. Suddenly, a regular walked in, holding a bag of groceries and muttering under his breath: 'I swear, every time I come here, they’re out of milk.' As he approached the counter, the clerk smiled knowingly and said, ‘Milk’s back, sir—we just got a fresh shipment.’ The regular shook his head with a grin, paid for his groceries, and left, muttering something about how sometimes life is like milk at an Exxon: always elusive but never truly gone.’

4. It was a quiet Sunday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd: the gas pump seemed to be whispering. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but then he heard it clearly—‘Fill me up with stories!’ The more he listened, the more stories poured out—they were tales from around the world, old and new, funny and wise. By the time he left, the tank was full, and so was his heart. From that day on, whenever anyone needed a good story or a warm smile, they knew where to go.