Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, an old voice would crackle over the loudspeaker: 'Next customer please pay attention—your tank is full of stars tonight!' Soon, everyone in town started talking about the magical gas that made cars purr like kittens. One morning, a sleepy delivery driver pulled up, grumbling about being woken by the starry tank message. As he paid, an old man behind the counter whispered conspiratorially, ‘That’s not just any fuel—it makes your car sing!’ The driver shrugged it off until his truck started humming along with the radio. From then on, whenever someone asked what happened, he’d smile and say, “I guess my rig finally found its karaoke voice.”

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he brought it inside the station. Over the next few days, other employees found similar packages around the parking lot. No one knew whose they were or why they appeared. Finally, an old mechanic recognized the boxes as leftover Christmas presents from a nearby retirement home. Turned out, every year, someone would forgetfully leave them behind when delivering gifts. The crew had been unwittingly adopting these little surprises for months!

3. At closing time, when the last pump clicked off and the doors locked, employees started noticing strange footprints leading from the gas station to the nearby park. One night, a delivery driver saw a shadowy figure filling up an invisible car. Curious, he followed the prints through the park until he found himself standing in front of his own house—except it was his neighbour’s house! Turns out, the prints were just old leaves and twigs that had blown around after a storm. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next morning.

4. At dawn, when most drivers were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon for an early fill-up. The attendant noticed something peculiar—each morning, the same old newspaper always appeared under the windshield wiper. Finally, one day the attendant decided to follow the paper. It led him to a small café down the street where an elderly gentleman regularly had breakfast. ‘Excuse me,’ said the attendant, ‘do you leave your newspaper here every morning?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, “I’m just helping out my friendly neighborhood gas station.” The story became a local legend, and from then on, everyone knew that Exxon was more than just a place to fill up—it was a community hub.