Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps were silent and the lights dimmed, an old voice would come over the store’s intercom: ‘Remember kids, don’t forget your toys!’ No one knew who it was or why, but every customer left with a smile. One day, an elderly lady asked the cashier, ‘Who’s been talking to me about my toys?’ The cashier shrugged, smiling. ‘No idea ma’am,’ they replied. Just then, from behind the counter, came another voice: ‘Ma’am, did you lose your teddy bear again?’ Everyone burst out laughing—even the old man delivering gas across the street gave a wave and yelled, ‘Don’t worry, she always comes back for her bear!’

2. At midnight, as a lone delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station, he heard a familiar voice whispering from inside the empty gas pump: ‘Fill her up, son.’ The driver looked around nervously but saw no one. He shrugged and filled the tank half-way before turning to leave. The voice chuckled softly: ‘Just fill it halfway, son? That’s not very trustworthy of you.’ The driver grinned sheepishly, finished pumping, and drove off—leaving behind an empty gas can in the pump's tray.

3. At dusk, while kids played nearby, a little girl pointed excitedly at the Exxon sign, whispering, ‘Mommy, look! It’s winking!’ The mother looked up and giggled, realizing it was just the reflection of streetlights dancing on the wet glass. She smiled down at her daughter and said, ‘Oh honey, it’s not really winking—it’s just having a little fuel party inside!’ And they both laughed, watching as the sign continued its nightly dance.

4. At dawn, when the world around the Exxon station was still quiet, a regular noticed something peculiar. The air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, wafting from the pump area. Curious, he approached one of the pumps and saw an old man in a chef’s hat placing a warm loaf into a cardboard box. Turned out, the aroma came from the local bakery delivering fresh bread every morning—just a friendly neighborhood touch at the gas station. The regular laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering, ‘Another day, another mystery solved.’