Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet night at the Exxon gas station in downtown Portland when a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual load. As he unloaded crates marked ‘Top Secret,’ a regular noticed something odd—one crate had been replaced with an old cardboard box filled with nothing but stale donuts. As the regular watched in amusement, he overheard the delivery driver whispering to himself: 'This better not be one of those secret government donut experiments!' The next morning, everyone found out that the real crate contained only coffee beans—and no one ever mentioned the donuts again.

2. At dawn, when most stations were still dark, an Exxon pump in rural Ohio started whispering to early-morning drivers. "Fill ‘er up," it would say softly, as if trying not to wake anyone. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘What’s with the talking gas pump?’ The voice replied, ‘Just helping out, sir.’ From then on, whenever someone needed directions or wanted to know the weather, they’d stop by Exxon for more than just gas. It became known as the friendliest station around.

3. At closing time one evening, an Exxon attendant noticed something odd—an old pickup truck kept its headlights on for hours after leaving the pumps. Curious, he went outside and saw that the lights were blinking in time with the radio playing inside—a country ballad about a long-lost love. The attendant smiled, thinking it was just an eccentric neighbor who forgot to turn off his truck. As he returned to work, he heard someone laughing softly from behind the counter. Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with the pickup’s owner, who had been listening to the same song all night.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon late one night, fumbling with his keys as he always did. The neon sign flickered ominously above him, casting eerie shadows on the pumps. Finally managing to unlock his truck, he reached for the pump handle and accidentally knocked over a plastic bottle of windshield wiper fluid. It splashed onto the ground, creating an audible ‘splat-splash’ that echoed through the deserted street. A nearby neighbor popped their head out of the window and yelled, 'Hey! You’re making more noise than my dog!' The delivery driver sheepishly waved back, muttering something about needing coffee.