Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and customers were few, a strange object appeared on the Exxon’s parking lot. A regular noticed it first—an old, dusty tin can with a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Fill me up.’ The regular approached cautiously, opened the can, and found only a note inside: 'Full already.' He laughed and drove off, leaving the empty can behind. From then on, whenever someone asked why there was an old gasoline can on the Exxon’s lot, everyone just smiled and said, 'It’s Exxon’s way of saying “Thank you” for being a loyal customer.'

2. At dawn, when the gas station was quiet and the only sound was the hiss of filling tanks, an old delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd: the reflection of the sun on the pump nozzles seemed to form a perfect smile. Smiling back at him was the reflection of a friendly-looking mustache on one of the pumps. The delivery driver laughed, thinking it was just another quirky station trick. From then on, locals would joke that Exxon had its own resident ‘gas-station mustache,’ always smiling at early-morning commuters.

3. At dusk, when the last rays of sunshine touched the pump handles, an old man in a trench coat approached the cashier. He asked for directions not once, but every five minutes, always ending with a mysterious smile. Finally, after his fifth inquiry, the cashier leaned over and whispered, ‘Sir, you’re standing right next to the sign that says “EXXON”.’ The old man looked down, smiled again, and said, ‘Oh, thank you very much!’ Then he turned around and walked out, leaving everyone laughing.

4. At midnight, when the gas station's neon lights cast eerie shadows on the pavement, a delivery driver muttered under his breath: 'I swear I saw someone filling up with air today!' As he pumped the last gallon, an old man walked in and asked for directions. The attendant shrugged, ‘Head straight ahead until you see the ghost filling up with nothing but air!’ The stranger smiled knowingly, paid cash, and drove off—never mentioning anything unusual. Maybe it was just another late-night tale from Exxon.