Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a little boy walked into the Exxon station, eyes wide with wonder as he watched the pump attendant fill up a truck's tank. Suddenly, the gas nozzle began squirting out not just gasoline but tiny bubbles of soap, creating a soapy rain that made everyone laugh. Soon, the whole town was talking about it—how the magical soapy rain had cleaned windshields and even left smiles on faces. The next day, the same thing happened again, and then every evening became an unexpected treat for locals passing by. Even the usually gruff old mechanic started greeting people with a smile, saying, 'Welcome to our little soap opera!'

2. At dawn, when most stations were still quiet, an old delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon pump. He noticed something strange: every morning, a single penny appeared exactly beneath the nozzle. The delivery driver picked it up and put it in his pocket, thinking nothing of it. Months later, he found himself buying gas there regularly. One day, as he was leaving, the station attendant said jokingly, ‘Sir, do you know that’s our lucky penny?’ The driver laughed and replied, ‘I guess I’m your lucky driver!’

3. A neighborhood cat had taken it upon herself to patrol the Exxon lot every morning, making sure no one parked too close to the pumps. One day, a delivery driver arrived with his truck full of supplies. He waved cheerfully at the cat but accidentally left his door open. The cat, thinking it was another challenge, leaped onto the truck bed and started inspecting the cargo. Soon enough, she found herself halfway up a stack of boxes, meowing plaintively for help. A neighbor rushed over and rescued her just in time—only to discover that the cat now sported a charming new label around her neck reading ‘Property of Exxon.’

4. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed, a lone figure approached the Exxon station. The pump attendant yawned and stretched, preparing for another uneventful night. But then, from inside the darkened store, came a familiar voice: 'Fill ‘er up!' The pump attendant turned around, rubbing his eyes. It was just an old neighbor, a regular who always called out orders like that. They laughed, and soon enough, the car was full of gas—plus a free bottle of water and some friendly chatter about the weather. At midnight, after all, sometimes the best thing is just a little bit of human connection.