Esso

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed and customers were few, an old man would often sit in his car outside Esso, staring intently at the pump lights. One evening, as he adjusted his hat, something strange happened—each time he looked up, the gas prices seemed to change slightly. Finally, a delivery driver asked him, ‘Do you mind if I join you?’ The old man shrugged and nodded. After a moment, both men noticed that whenever they spoke, the prices jumped by exactly five cents—a silent conversation between two strangers, pricing their own stories.

2. At closing time, when the pumps clicked off and the lights flickered low, a delivery driver started leaving the store with more than just gas cans. He’d sneak out with a full tank of stories—about how the old sign used to glow green in the dark, or why the neon bird outside sang only on Wednesdays. One night, an old neighbor walked in, asking for directions to somewhere he swore was right next door. The delivery driver grinned and pointed him toward the empty lot across the street, whispering, ‘He always gets lost that way.’

3. At midnight, when the neon sign flickered weakly, a voice whispered from the shadows: ‘Fill ’er up with luck today.’ No one heard it but the gas pump clicked exactly three times. One morning, an old man approached the pump and asked curiously, 'What does that clicking mean?' The pump replied softly, 'Just my way of saying “good day”.' The old fellow laughed heartily, paid for his gas, and drove off—leaving behind a smile on everyone who saw him.

4. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every morning, a fresh bouquet of flowers appeared on the counter. Finally, one day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if he could take the flowers home for his wife’s birthday. The driver agreed, and from then on, instead of flowers, little handwritten notes started appearing—each one signed simply ‘A Grateful Neighbor.’