Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and the streetlights flickered outside, an old man would often sit in the corner of the Exxon station. He’d chat with the cashiers about everything under the sun—from politics to weather—and everyone knew him as just ‘the regular.’ But one evening, while swapping stories about childhood adventures, he mentioned something peculiar: every time he bought gas on Thursdays, the nozzle seemed to whisper his name. Finally, someone asked him if it was real or just a trick of his imagination. With a twinkle in his eye, the regular replied, 'Who knows? Maybe I’m just hearing what I want to hear.' And from that day on, whenever anyone filled up their tank on Thursday, they’d lean in close and ask, 'Hey, did you hear your gas whispering?'

2. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Exxon’s parking lot—a strange metal box, half-hidden under some leaves. Curious, he picked it up only to discover it was filled with ancient coins, each one more mysterious than the last. As he inspected further, he found an old note inside reading: ‘For good luck, take one coin.’ Confused but amused, our delivery driver took a shiny penny and drove off. Months later, whenever anyone asked him how his day went, he’d proudly say, ‘Just like finding treasure at Exxon!’

3. At dawn, when the gas station's neon sign cast eerie shadows on the pavement, a delivery driver filled his tank and heard a voice whispering from inside the pump: 'Fill me up with just enough.' The delivery driver turned off the pump, half expecting to see nothing but found himself smiling at an empty air gauge. ‘Just enough,’ he chuckled, realizing it was probably the wind playing tricks. As he drove away, he waved goodbye to the old fuel pump, wondering if maybe it had been having a quiet mid-life crisis.’

4. At dusk, when the Exxon pump lights twinkled like distant stars, a delivery driver noticed a strange message scrawled on the bathroom mirror: ‘Fill up here for luck.’ Curious, he did—and found himself winning small bets that day. That night, while filling his truck, he overheard another delivery driver joking: ‘Must be magic gas!’ The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood stopped by Exxon—just to check if their luck held too. Turned out, it was just ordinary fuel, but what a great way to start the week!