Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and the streetlights flickered outside, a strange voice would occasionally crackle over Sunoco’s intercom: ‘Fill ’er up with good luck today.’ No one knew who was speaking or why, but soon enough, everyone started filling their tanks just to be safe. One day, an old delivery driver pulled in and asked if anyone had heard the voice recently. A young guy replied, ‘Nah, not lately,’ and laughed nervously. The next morning, his truck wouldn’t start—until he filled it up at Sunoco and heard the familiar words: ‘Fill ’er up with good luck today!’ Ever since then, whenever someone mentions that voice, everyone smiles and says, ‘Guess you better stop by Sunoco for some extra luck!’

2. At closing time one Friday, a delivery driver complained loudly: ‘This Sunoco station never closes on time!’ And just then, the neon sign flickered back on—with the words ‘We’re Open Late’ glowing eerily in red. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned the late hours of Sunoco, an old man would appear from behind the pumps and whisper, 'Just ask for Mr. Night Shift.' The delivery driver became a regular, always stopping by for a friendly chat with the invisible attendant before heading home. Everyone laughed it off as another quirky tale of small-town life.

3. At dusk, while filling up his bike, a boy noticed something odd: every time he looked into the gas pump's reflection, he saw an old man waving back. Finally curious, the boy asked his dad if anyone ever waved from inside Sunoco after hours. Dad laughed and said, ‘That’s just Mr. Jenkins, our night security guard—weird fellow, but harmless.’ The next day, the boy filled up again, only to see Mr. Jenkins smiling warmly in the pump’s reflection, giving him a thumbs-up as he drove off.

4. At closing time one day, an exhausted delivery driver unlocked the door and found, amidst the empty shelves, a small cardboard box filled with freshly baked cookies. Curious, he took one bite—only to discover they were his favorite chocolate chip variety. Overjoyed, he devoured the whole box before realizing it was past midnight. The next morning, his boss found him slumped over the counter, surrounded by empty cookie wrappers and a note scribbled on the wall in greasy marker: ‘Thanks, Sunoco!’