Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while filling up at Exxon, a regular noticed something strange—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. At first, he thought it might be his imagination, but others soon joined him in sniffing the sweet scent. Soon, everyone stopped by Exxon just for the cookies—even those who never filled up their tanks before. The manager shrugged and said, 'Must be a new cleaning product.' Turns out, it was just an overzealous baker from the nearby bakery delivering early that morning.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of gas prices dropping, an Exxon attendant noticed something odd—an old truck pulling into the station carried no driver. The attendant waved him in and asked if he needed help. The truck stopped, its engine cut off, but nobody got out. Then, from behind the wheel emerged a sleepy-looking cat, stretched, yawned, and walked over to the cash register. 'Morning,' it said. 'Regular, please.'

3. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled into Exxon for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he heard a familiar voice from behind him: ‘Hey, aren’t you supposed to be in Alaska?’ The delivery driver turned around and saw his old college roommate, who lived just down the street. They both laughed, realizing they were indeed neighbors all along. ‘Small world,’ said the roommate with a smile, as they finished up their transaction.

4. At midnight, when only crickets sang their lullaby to empty streets, a delivery driver pulled into Exxon for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he heard it—an eerie humming sound, like a distant bee's orchestra, growing louder with each passing minute. Curious, he turned off the engine and peered around. In the dim light of the pumps, he saw an old man in a trench coat standing motionless near the entrance. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘do you hear that noise too?’ The stranger smiled enigmatically and replied, ‘Only on nights like these.’ With that, he tipped his hat and vanished into the shadows. The next morning, the delivery driver mentioned the strange encounter to his neighbor over coffee. She shrugged and said, “Oh, that’s just Mr. Johnson from down the street—he always hangs out here after dark.” End of story.