Esso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when traffic thinned out, a little boy would run towards Esso, eyes wide with wonder as he watched the pump attendant's reflection dance on the gas station sign. One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked for a top-up. The kid, thinking it was his turn, ran over and started pumping gas into the truck. When the tank was full, he proudly announced, 'All done!' Only then did everyone realize that he’d been filling air instead of fuel—poor guy ended up driving away on fumes and laughter.

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Esso's loading bay—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers and sealed with twine. Curious but cautious, he left it be and went on his way. Over the next few days, more boxes appeared—each one slightly different from the last. A janitor found an old pocket watch, while a mechanic discovered a rusty bicycle pump. Rumors spread like wildfire through town, and soon everyone was stopping by just to see what strange treasure would turn up next. Finally, after weeks of curiosity, someone opened a box labeled 'Free Coffee Maker.' Inside was indeed a coffee maker—but it didn't work. The whole town had a good laugh over that one.

3. At closing time, when the neon sign flickered its last glow, an old man approached the Esso pump and asked the attendant: ‘Do you ever see that ghostly figure filling up cars after midnight?’ The attendant smiled knowingly. 'Oh, you mean Ol’ Blue Eyes,' he whispered. ‘He’s been here longer than I have. Just waves hello from his reflection in the gas tank.’ The old man nodded thoughtfully, then turned to leave, muttering under his breath, ‘Better keep my eyes on the road tonight, then!’

4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Esso and noticed something strange. The gas station’s pumps hummed with a deep, almost melancholic tone—like an old piano tuning itself for the day. Curious, he leaned closer and saw that one of the nozzles was gently spraying not gasoline but misty drops of coffee. A sign above read ‘Esso: Fuel for Your Day.’ With a smile, the driver filled his thermos and drove off, leaving behind a puzzled yet amused neighbor who’d been watching from their porch.