About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Amoco station in downtown Chicago, a regular asked one day, ‘Why does that old man always wave at me from the same car?’ The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Jenkins. He lives across the street and waves hello every time he sees someone familiar.’ The regular nodded, smiling, realizing it was simply an elderly gentleman’s friendly greeting on his daily drive.
2. At Amoco gas station in sunny Los Angeles, a delivery driver once asked curiously, 'Why do those old license plates always seem to face the wrong way?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Ah, they’re not facing the wrong way—those are just our time capsules from the past. Every few months, we rotate them so customers can see what cars looked like back then.’ The delivery driver scratched his head and said, “That’s pretty cool!” And ever since that day, whenever someone asked about the oddly positioned plates, everyone at Amoco would proudly explain their secret tradition.
3. At an old Amoco station outside of Boston, every morning around sunrise, a mysterious van would pull up and leave exactly two boxes of donuts on the counter. No one ever saw who drove it away. Finally, after weeks of speculation, a regular customer recognized the license plate on the van—belonging to none other than Mr. Johnson from down the street, known for his legendary donut baking skills. Turned out he was just trying to repay everyone for their loyalty over the years.
4. At Amoco gas station in small-town Ohio, a delivery driver often stopped for coffee before heading out on his rounds. One foggy morning, he noticed something odd—an old man appeared to be filling up his car with milk instead of gas. Curious, the driver approached and asked what the old fellow was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘I always fill up my tank with milk—it keeps the engine purring like a kitten!’ The two shared a laugh, and from that day on, whenever it rained or fogged up, the old gentleman could be seen driving around town in his trusty car, powered by dairy.’