Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon for gas, he heard an old man muttering behind him. ‘I swear,’ said the voice, ‘this place has more ghostly customers than any other station I’ve ever worked.’ The delivery driver glanced around but saw no one. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached the pump next to him and started filling his tank with a smile. 'Evenin', mister,' said the driver. The old man nodded without turning his head. After paying, he walked away without saying goodbye. The following week, the same thing happened—same old man, same friendly greeting, same silent departure. Finally, the driver asked another customer, “Who’s that quiet guy who always comes here?” His neighbor replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Quiet. He’s been coming here every Tuesday since I moved in.’

2. One morning, an early bird filling up at Exxon noticed something unusual in one of the empty gas pumps. A small plastic bag had been left behind—inside was a neatly folded note reading: ‘Free coffee inside.’ The regulars soon discovered that every now and then, someone would leave behind little surprises like free snacks or even a fresh newspaper. Then one day, a neighbor dropped off a basket filled with freshly baked cookies. But when a regular tried them, he found they were actually stale! Turned out, it was a delivery driver who mistook the gas station for his lunch break spot. Everyone laughed it off, and from then on, everyone brought their own snacks.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon and cranked open the window. Suddenly, from inside the station, came a strange humming sound—like someone tuning a guitar just right. Curious, he leaned in closer—and out popped an old man with a toothy grin, holding a harmonica. ‘Just needed some air,’ he said, winking. The delivery driver laughed it off, paid for his gas, and drove away, leaving behind the sweetest tune of an evening’s hum.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Exxon and cranked open the door. Suddenly, a tiny voice from inside the station asked, ‘Daddy, why does it smell like gasoline here?’ The delivery driver looked down in surprise, then smiled and picked up his little passenger. ‘Oh, sweetheart,’ he whispered, ‘this is where Daddy works late sometimes. It’s just part of our job.’ The child nodded thoughtfully, sniffing the air again. ‘So, Daddy, do you work here every night?’ With a laugh, the driver shook his head and replied, ‘No, honey, only on Tuesday nights when I’m delivering supplies.’