Esso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, an Esso attendant noticed something peculiar: every time a delivery truck pulled up, the air around it seemed to hum softly, like a distant hummingbird's wings. No one else could hear it, but he swore it grew louder as the tank filled. Finally, another Esso attendant confessed she’d heard it too—when her shift ended at midnight. Together they realized it was just the radio in the delivery truck playing old-time jazz at full blast while everyone else slept through it. The next morning, they laughed so hard over coffee that their customers thought they were pulling another prank.

2. Late one night, as an Esso attendant was closing up shop, he heard a voice over the intercom: ‘Fill my tank with stars tonight, and moonlight in the morning.’ Curious but amused, he obliged. The next day, customers started reporting that their cars were running on some strange glowing fuel. Soon everyone in town was talking about it—even old Mrs. Jenkins across the street came by for her daily fill of starlight. One morning, when the attendant checked his inventory, he found only a single bottle labeled 'moonshine.' He laughed it off until his boss asked if he’d been mixing cocktails again. Turns out, it was just another late-night prank by the local mechanic’s kid.

3. Late one afternoon, an Esso attendant was filling a car with gas when he saw something odd. A local man, always in a hurry, kept asking for directions to the same non-existent street. Finally, the attendant interrupted him and asked, ‘Sir, I’ve seen you here every day for months—same question, different cars. Is there really a “Street of Seven Stars” around here?’ The man looked puzzled but relieved, replying, ‘No, but it’s on my way home!’

4. At dusk, a neighborhood watchman patrolled near the Esso station, when suddenly he caught whiffs of gasoline mixed with… cookies? The scent grew stronger each day, drawing curious passersby until no one could explain its source. One morning, a delivery driver stopped by for gas and asked if anyone had noticed the smell. A neighbor chimed in, ‘It’s like someone’s baking cookies right next door!’ Soon enough, customers started bringing their own jars of cookies as they filled up their tanks. By closing time, the Esso sign glowed warmly under a cloud of sweet aroma, making it the talk of the town—until finally, someone suggested checking the bakery across the street.