About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another quiet morning at Citgo when a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual load. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed something strange—all the cans were arranged alphabetically by brand. The manager scratched his head and asked, ‘Who would do such a thing?’ Then one of the employees joked, ‘Maybe it’s our new eco-conscious delivery guy!’ From that day on, whenever someone needed help finding their favorite soda, they’d simply ask, ‘Hey, did you see if the Citgo cans are alphabetized today?’ It became a friendly neighborhood joke.
2. It was just another day at Citgo when an old man walked in, whistling an unfamiliar tune. The clerk glanced up curiously, but before he could ask anything, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glowing orb. The orb hovered for a moment, then gently landed on the counter with a soft *ping*. Everyone stared in amazement as it began to spin, casting multicolored lights across the gas station. 'Oh,' said the old man, smiling. 'Just my lucky charm.' He winked at the clerk and left, humming the same mysterious tune.
3. It was just another night at Citgo when the gas station attendant noticed something odd on the sign above him. ‘Fuel for Thought,’ it read, and every hour on the hour, the letters would rearrange themselves into new phrases—none of them making any sense. One evening a delivery driver pulled up, scratched his head, and asked, 'Does anyone here speak English?' The sign had rearranged itself into, 'Oil Change Required.' A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in, looked at the sign, and said, 'I’ll take that as a yes!'
4. It was just another night at Citgo when the gas station attendant heard a strange humming sound coming from the pumps. Curious, he walked over and peered inside one of the pumps. Suddenly, an old man in a tweed hat emerged from behind the nozzle, waving a newspaper and muttering something about ‘the latest conspiracy theory.’ Turns out, it was just an eccentric neighbor who liked hiding there during his morning paper reading.