Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when cars were pulling in for gas, an old man would sit on the curb across from Exxon. He never spoke or moved, just stared intently at the pumps. One day, his little grandson asked curiously, ‘Grandpa, why do you watch them so closely?’ The old man replied softly, ‘Son, I’m not watching the pumps—those guys always rush off too quickly. But if you wait long enough, that nice lady who works the night shift will smile and say hello.’ The boy watched, wide-eyed, as indeed, a few minutes later, she did exactly that.

2. At closing time, a little girl would run into the Exxon station and ask the attendant if she could pet their friendly dog. One day, however, there was no dog. Finally, an old man approached the counter and asked, ‘Excuse me, where’s your dog?’ The attendant replied with a smile, ‘Oh, he passed away last week.’ The old man nodded knowingly and said, ‘Figures, I haven’t seen him since you started selling those newfangled self-service pumps!’

3. At midnight, when the pumps clicked off one by one, a shadowy figure began appearing inside the Exxon station's convenience store. A delivery driver noticed first—a lone customer buying only batteries and never paying. Finally, someone asked him for a receipt. The shadow nodded and vanished into thin air, leaving behind just a single battery on the counter—free of charge. From then on, everyone knew that Exxon’s late-night visitor was simply a friendly ghost who loved freebies.

4. At dawn, when the first trucks arrived for fuel deliveries, a mysterious dog would appear from nowhere, dashing between tanks and wagging its tail as if it owned the place. One day, an old man on a bicycle showed up, pedaling furiously towards the tank farm. The dog ran over to him, jumped onto his handlebars, and rode off with him into the morning mist. Everyone just shrugged—it was clearly their secret handshake.