Exxon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Exxon station, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning—an old newspaper, folded neatly and left behind on the counter. Curious, he picked it up only to discover that every page was filled with ads for long-gone products and strange promotions. As he flipped through the pages, he found an ad for ‘Super Turbo Boost’ gas, priced at $0.98 per gallon—a price from another era. Smiling, he asked the attendant if they still had any of that magical fuel. The young clerk shook his head, but then grinned mischievously and offered him a free cup of coffee instead. The regular laughed, paid for his gas, and walked out, leaving the ancient paper on the counter, where someone else would surely find it again.

2. At the Exxon station, a delivery driver asked curiously one afternoon: ‘Why does that same truck always pull up exactly when I’m filling my tank?’ The attendant smiled and whispered, ‘That’s because it’s his turn in line.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a laugh, realizing he’d been part of an unspoken rotation for years without even knowing it. As he drove off, he waved goodbye to his newfound friend—the neighbor who always seemed to appear just in time.

3. In the early dawn, when most gas stations are still quiet, an Exxon attendant noticed something odd—a small bird had built its nest in the nozzle of the diesel pump. The attendant carefully removed the nest without disturbing the sleeping bird. For days afterward, whenever a customer filled up their tank, they’d see the little feathered friend perched on top of the pump, watching over his new home with curiosity and pride.

4. At dusk, when most drivers head home for dinner, an Exxon attendant noticed something odd—a strange shadow moving between pumps. Curious, he followed it to the last pump, where a stray cat was playing with a plastic bag. The attendant smiled and picked up the bag, tossing it into his truck. From then on, whenever anyone asked why there was always a cat hanging around, he’d just say, ‘Oh, that’s our resident fuel-fetcher.’