Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked off and the lights dimmed, an old dog would appear from nowhere. A regular noticed it first—an ancient mutt, always sniffing around the gas station's trash cans before vanishing into thin air. One evening, a delivery driver mentioned seeing the dog too. Soon, everyone in town was talking about him. Then one morning, a neighbor found a small note on their doorstep: ‘Thanks for the free security service! Exxon Dog.’ The whole town laughed—and occasionally peeked outside at night just in case.

2. At dawn, when most stations were still quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the gas pump seemed to be counting down instead of up. Curious, he checked the meter again and again—it really was draining money from an invisible tank! A few minutes later, a regular customer walked in, looked at him quizzically, and asked, ‘Did you try turning it off and on again?’ The story spread quickly around town, but no one ever complained—they just laughed and filled up for free.

3. At closing time, when the cash register clicked off for the night, a delivery driver noticed something strange in one of the empty fuel tanks. Inside was a small metal box, emblazoned with the words ‘Free Lucky Charms.’ The delivery driver opened it curiously—inside were indeed some colorful marshmallow cereal pieces wrapped in an old receipt from March. He chuckled and thought, ‘Well, looks like someone had a bit too much fun filling up their car.’ The next morning, he found a note stuck to his truck: “Thanks for the lucky charms! A happy neighbor.”

4. At midnight, when the station’s neon sign flickered softly, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you see a unicorn grazing in our parking lot, it’s not what you think.’ Curious customers soon started bringing their cameras and picnic blankets. One night, an elderly neighbor stopped by with his telescope, convinced he’d spotted the mythical creature from space. The next morning, everyone found a single hoofprint on the pavement—size too big for any unicorn but just right for a delivery driver's boot. Laughs echoed through the parking lot as Exxon became the town’s favorite late-night hangout.