About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Arco’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every Tuesday, exactly at midnight, the gas station seemed to hum softly—like an old record player winding up. Curious, he approached and saw nothing but empty shelves and dimly lit pumps. Just as he was about to leave, a voice whispered from behind him: ‘Need some gas, friend?’ Turning around, he found himself face-to-face with a grinning shadow in a trench coat. The next morning, everyone agreed it must’ve been just his imagination—or maybe the ghost of a long-forgotten gas attendant. Either way, Arco remained open every Tuesday until closing time.
2. Late one evening, as Arco’s pumps hummed softly in the quiet street, a delivery driver pulled up for gas. Suddenly, he heard an odd, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the station—like someone drumming behind the counter. Curious, the driver approached the counter—and found only an old coffee mug tapping against the cash register. A regular customer, dozing in his car, had been keeping time with the rhythm of his favorite song. Smiling, the delivery guy shook his head and drove off, muttering something about ‘Arco’s nightly concert series.’
3. At dusk, when Arco’s bright lights came alive, a little boy pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Dad, look! The gas pump is winking!’ The father smiled, leaning down to his son with a twinkle in his eye: ‘No, sonny, it’s just Mr. Pump saying hello.’ They both laughed as the glowing nozzle seemed to nod along. Back home, over dinner, the boy asked curiously, “Why does he do that?” To which his dad replied, smiling warmly, “Because, my little friend, Arco here loves making our trips fun!”
4. One morning, while Arco’s pumps were glistening under the sun, a regular stopped mid-pay and squinted at the price display. The numbers seemed to shift and dance, like they had lives of their own. He blinked twice, rubbed his eyes, but the digits remained mischievously alive. With a shrug, he finished pumping, paid with a smile, and drove off—leaving behind an Arco attendant scratching her head over a calculator. That evening, as neighbors chatted outside, someone quipped, ‘Maybe that gas is why everyone drives so fast around here!’