Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Exxon station in downtown Springfield, everyone noticed something strange one morning. A regular customer asked aloud, ‘Why does the gas pump always seem to be talking back?’ A delivery driver overheard it and thought nothing of it until his truck’s GPS started giving him directions like a drill sergeant. Word spread quickly—‘Exxon talks!’ Soon enough, neighbors stopped by just to hear the pumps bantering away. The local news even did a segment, but when they showed up, all they heard was static. Turned out, the gas pumps were simply picking up conversations from nearby construction sites.

2. At the Exxon gas station near the old mill district, a delivery driver always parked his truck in the same spot every afternoon. One day, he left his window open just a crack—and soon enough, the entire neighborhood could hear him humming along to his favorite radio show. Soon enough, everyone in the area knew exactly when to expect his tuneful arrival—even before they saw his truck pulling up. Eventually, someone joked that if you needed a serenade while pumping gas, Exxon was your place. And from then on, whenever anyone mentioned the word ‘Exxon,’ people smiled and thought of those afternoons filled with music and good humor.

3. At the Exxon station on the outskirts of town, someone left behind an unusual item one rainy afternoon. In the parking lot, next to the pumps, sat a large wooden chest, wrapped in mysterious symbols and tied with an ancient-looking rope. A delivery driver noticed it first, curious about those strange markings. He asked around, but no one claimed ownership. Finally, an old neighbor suggested it might be from an ancient Russian nesting doll tradition. They opened it together—inside were hundreds of umbrellas, each labeled ‘Free on Rainy Days.’ Everyone laughed, shook their heads, and thought, ‘Now that’s an Exxon story!’

4. At the Exxon station outside the city limits, a delivery driver always found himself locking up his truck next to an oddly familiar car. One day, he couldn’t help but notice that the same old coffee cup sat abandoned on the parking lot bench—with a mysterious note scribbled inside. Finally, one morning the delivery driver saw an old friend waving from behind the counter—a neighbor who’d moved away years ago. Turned out they both parked their trucks side-by-side every night because they lived just across the street from each other. The mysterious note was actually a friendly reminder for him to stop by for coffee after work.