Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, a voice would crackle over Sunoco’s intercom: ‘Fill ’er up with luck today!’ No one knew who was speaking or why, but soon everyone stopped filling up—just taking that extra second for good fortune. One morning, an old delivery driver pulled in, rubbed his eyes, and asked groggily into the mic: ‘Morning sunshine, fill my truck with energy please.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another sleepy soul talking to themselves. From then on, Sunoco became known not only for its gas but also for the daily comedy show provided by its early-morning customers.

2. At closing time one day, an old man approached the cashier and asked, ‘Hey kid, do you ever hear music playing here after hours?’ The cashier shrugged, curious but not alarmed. The cashier shook his head. Just then, faint strains of classic rock seeped through the closed door. The old man grinned knowingly. ‘That’s my favorite song,’ he said softly, tapping his foot. From inside, they heard the cash register chime—just once—and a familiar voice singing along. The next morning, everyone in town knew Sunoco played oldies until dawn on Fridays.

3. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up for gas, he noticed something odd. The air around the pump area seemed to hum softly, like distant bees, whenever someone filled their tank. Curious, our delivery driver asked an old neighbor who happened by if she’d noticed anything strange. She smiled and said, ‘Why, that’s just ol’ Sunoco talking to itself!’ And with that, they both laughed so hard they almost forgot why they came here in the first place.

4. At dusk, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed a shadowy figure standing near the pumps. ‘Excuse me,’ said a soft voice from behind him, ‘but do you know where I can get some honest gasoline around here?’ The delivery driver turned around and saw an old man with a weathered hat and a twinkle in his eye. 'Why, son,' he drawled, 'this is Sunoco—we don't sell no dishonest gas!' They both laughed, and the old fellow slapped him on the back. 'Thanks for clearing that up, boy,' he said, 'I was getting worried.' The next day, everyone in town knew not to worry—they’d been buying honest gas all along.