Conoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, one morning a regular noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Nobody claimed it, but everyone had an opinion on who might have left it there. The next day, another customer joked that maybe it was a time capsule from the 70s. By afternoon, a delivery driver swore he saw someone sneaking away from the gas station. Finally, a neighbor suggested it could be a secret package exchange for local spies. But nothing ever happened—just lots of fun speculation until the package mysteriously vanished one foggy morning.

2. At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, one day an old man filling up his truck spotted something odd on the pump handle—a tiny plastic dinosaur. He laughed it off as a prank, but soon others started noticing similar toys around the station. Soon enough, every nook and cranny of Conoco was filled with little dinosaurs—some riding bikes, others playing guitar. A regular stopped by one morning, scratching his head: 'I haven’t seen my kid’s toy anywhere!' Turns out, he’d been pumping gas for weeks without realizing it.

3. At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, one afternoon a little boy pointed excitedly and asked his dad, ‘Dad, why is that pump talking?’ The father smiled and said, ‘Son, it’s not talking; it’s just our friendly neighborhood voice telling us how much it will cost.’ A delivery driver overheard and chuckled, nodding towards another pump. ‘That one,’ he whispered, ‘says “Welcome back!” every time you fill up—must be recognizing regular customers!’

4. At Conoco, where gas meets gossip, one night a delivery driver swore he heard someone whispering from inside the empty tank. Curious, he stopped the truck and cracked open the hatch. Inside the darkened tank, a faint voice called out, ‘Fill me up, baby!’ Turns out it was just an old sock his neighbor had accidentally left behind. Since then, locals joke that Conoco’s tanks are always full—of stories, that is.