Arco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Arco’s neon sign glowed brightly, a mysterious voice would occasionally crackle over the intercom: ‘Fill up your tank with luck tonight—one gallon less than usual!’ No one knew who was speaking or why, but some customers started leaving an extra dollar in the tip jar. One day, an elderly neighbor pulled up and asked curiously, 'What does that voice mean?' The attendant shrugged and replied, 'Who knows? Maybe it means you’ll get lucky on your way home!' The old man smiled, filled his tank, and drove off—only to return later with a bag of cookies for the staff, saying, 'Just wanted to sweeten our luck.'

2. At dawn, when Arco’s pumps were quietest, a soft humming could be heard from inside the station. A regular passing by stopped and asked aloud: ‘Do you think those gas tanks are dancing?’ A delivery driver, scratching his head, replied with a smile: ‘Nah, they’re just doing their morning stretches.’ As the sun rose higher, so did the noise—turning out to be nothing more than an old radio left on in the office. A neighbor later joked that Arco had the best early-morning DJ show.

3. At dusk, when Arco’s gas pumps cast long shadows across the parking lot, a small dog would appear out of nowhere, sniffing curiously around the nozzle handles and wagging its tail inquisitively. Finally, an old lady in a pickup truck approached the pump, smiling warmly as she said hello to the dog. The canine promptly ran over to her, jumping into the passenger seat like they were old friends. ‘Must be your little buddy,’ she laughed, starting up the engine. And just like that, Arco’s mysterious canine visitor disappeared into the setting sun, leaving behind only a whiff of gasoline and a smile on everyone’s face.

4. At midnight, when Arco’s pumps clicked softly in the silence, a faint whiff of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air. A delivery driver passing by swore he caught a glimpse of someone inside, even though the doors were locked. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the counter, rubbing his eyes and yawning. ‘What time is it?’ he asked groggily. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly. ‘It’s just past midnight,’ he replied. The man nodded, stretching lazily, then whispered, ‘I must be dreaming… again.’