Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most gas stations quiet down, an old pickup truck pulled up to Sunoco. The regular, an elderly man with a weathered face, always came in late, just as the sun dipped below the horizon. But one night, he asked the clerk for something unusual—a gallon of milk instead of gasoline. The clerk smiled and said, ‘We don’t carry milk here, sir.’ The old man nodded knowingly and replied, ‘Just checking, sonny boy—my wife’s been bugging me to try that new organic stuff from the dairy down the street.’ They both laughed, and the old pickup drove off into the twilight, leaving behind only the soft hum of the pumps and a faint memory of an evening well-spent.

2. At closing time, when the Sunoco attendant was locking up, he heard someone calling from inside the station's bathroom. "Help!" Whoever it was sounded panicked. Curious, the attendant opened the door slowly. A gruff voice called out: ‘Hey, can you turn on the light? I’m trying to find my truck keys!’ Turns out, it was just a delivery driver who’d locked himself in after dark. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next morning.

3. In the early morning fog, when even birds were silent, a delivery driver pulled into the Sunoco station. The air was thick with mist, and the only sound was the soft hum of pumps. As he filled his tank, he noticed something strange—an old man in a trench coat appeared out of nowhere, walking past the pumps without ever stopping. The delivery driver shook his head, thinking it must’ve been his imagination playing tricks. Just then, an elderly lady approached from behind, smiling warmly. ‘Morning, honey,’ she said, pointing to her car’s nearly empty gas gauge. ‘Could you fill up my tank while I grab some coffee inside?’ Turning around, the driver saw that the mysterious figure had vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a faint whiff of old-fashioned aftershave. He laughed, realizing it was just another quirky day at Sunoco.

4. At dawn, when the parking lot was emptying, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the shopping carts. A small, dusty box labeled ‘Free Samples’ had appeared overnight. Inside was an old tin can filled with samples so stale they tasted like gasoline and week-old coffee. The delivery driver laughed it off as someone’s prank until his neighbor stopped by, sniffed the contents, and declared it perfect for breakfast on cold mornings. And so began the local legend of Sunoco’s secret menu item—‘Gasoline Cereal.’