Esso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Esso’s pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas station clock, usually precise as always, had stopped exactly at 3:14 AM. Curious, he nudged the button on the clock—nothing happened. Then, glancing around, he saw that all the lights were off inside the station. ‘Strange,’ he muttered, but shrugged it off and left. Later that morning, his neighbor teased him for visiting an ‘out-of-order’ gas station. Turned out, someone had accidentally unplugged the power cord while cleaning.

2. At midnight, when Esso's neon sign glowed eerily against the night sky, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the gas pump seemed to be counting down, not up. Curious, he approached and saw that the numbers were simply rolling backward in reverse order. Turns out, it was an old model with a quirky feature—a joke among local mechanics. The next morning, everyone shook their heads and laughed, knowing Esso’s pumps had been keeping time since before anyone could remember.

3. At sunset, when Esso's gas station lights flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The scent of fresh-baked cookies wafted from inside the empty building, growing stronger with each passing minute. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old lady in a dusty apron, humming softly as she arranged cookies on a tray. ‘I must be going crazy,’ he thought, but then his radio crackled: “Hey, Joe! Did you hear about the cookie lady at Esso?” Turns out, everyone knew her.’

4. At dusk, when Esso's neon sign cast long shadows across the parking lot, a delivery driver asked curiously: ‘Why does the same old car always pull up here around closing time?’ The owner smiled knowingly and replied, ‘Oh, that’s just our regular customer—comes every night for a last-minute fill-up before heading home.’ The delivery driver shook his head in disbelief as he watched the car drive off into the twilight. At least no one ever guessed it was really there for the view!’