Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station’s neon lights flickered on, a regular noticed something odd. Every few minutes, the air would fill with a faint, metallic scent—like old coins being polished. One night, a delivery driver mentioned it to his friend, who worked as a mechanic. The next day, they checked the pipes and found nothing unusual. But every time someone asked about the smell, the cashier started sniffing her own hair, claiming she had been using new shampoo. It became such a joke that customers began leaving little bags of scented soap near the counter, turning Conoco into the town's unofficial perfume station.

2. One morning, as a delivery driver filled up his truck, he heard an unexpected announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, please fill your tank to exactly 93 octane—anything else may cause our pumps to malfunction!’ After filling up, the delivery driver looked around puzzled and noticed everyone else was doing the same—topping off with precisely 93 octane. Smiling, a neighbor walked by and whispered, 'Hey, they say Conoco's pumps only work right when you use their special blend.' The driver shook his head, shrugged, and thought, 'Who knew gas could be so mysterious?'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Conoco for a fill-up. As he pumped gas, he swore he saw a shadowy figure in the reflection of the pump's gauge. Curious, he glanced around but saw nothing. When he finished filling up, he looked back into the mirror—and there it was again, waving like an old friend. Turns out, it was just his reflection doing that funny thing where you look like someone else when you're sideways. The delivery driver laughed it off and drove away, never realizing how many other drivers had seen him wave goodbye.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Conoco for a fill-up. As he approached the pump, he noticed something odd: the reflection of a smiling face in the gas nozzle. Curious, he glanced around but saw nobody nearby. The smile grew wider as if teasing him. With a shrug, the driver filled his tank and drove off, only to look back later—where the reflection had been, now stood an empty gas nozzle, winking at him in the moonlight.