Arco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Arco gas station late one night, a regular asked the clerk, ‘Do you ever see that old man filling up in the dead of winter?’ The clerk shrugged, curious but not alarmed. Finally, the clerk nodded knowingly. ‘Oh, yeah,’ he said with a smile. ‘That’s Mr. Frostbite. He comes every Wednesday at midnight for his special winter blend.’ The regular laughed and shook his head, amazed yet amused by the quirks of their small town.

2. At Arco gas station, a sign above the cash register read, 'If your car is older than you are, fill it up before it's too late!' One day, an elderly gentleman walked in and replied with a twinkle in his eye, 'I think I'll wait until my car tells me itself...' The next customer was a young delivery driver who laughed at the old man's comment. ‘My car’s younger than I am!’ he boasted. The old man looked him over and said, “Son, if that ain’t the oldest car I’ve seen today, then I’m driving it!” Everyone burst out laughing, including the cashier who had started the whole thing.

3. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, an early riser pulled up to Arco and noticed something odd on the pump display: it seemed to be counting down the seconds until sunrise. Curious, the man decided to check his watch. Just as the last second ticked away, the pump clicked off with a little beep—and the gas gauge on his car miraculously hit ‘Full.’ The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it. A delivery driver even claimed he saw a shadowy figure near the station at sunrise. But the only thing that changed for our regular was that now he always filled up at Arco—just before dawn.

4. At dusk, when most drivers were heading home, a delivery driver pulled into Arco and noticed something strange. The neon sign flickered ominously, spelling out not just the usual ‘Open,’ but also a cryptic message: ‘Your tank is full—pay what you want.’ The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it was some prank. He filled his tank and drove off, leaving behind a few coins in the jar. Later that night, as he passed by again, the neon sign glowed warmly, reading simply, ‘Thank you for trusting us.’ His friend, a neighbor who often stopped there, joked, ‘Guess they finally hired an honest cashier!’