About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet morning when a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station. The sun hadn’t quite risen over the city yet, and the only sound was the soft hum of the pumps. As he approached the counter, the cashier looked up with a smile—and then froze. The cashier’s mouth hung open for a moment before he stammered, ‘You’re… you’re Mr. Johnson from down the street!’ Turns out, our friendly neighborhood delivery guy had forgotten his own face. Everyone had a good laugh that morning.’
2. It was a chilly autumn dawn when a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station. As he pumped gas into his truck, he noticed something odd: the reflection of the rising sun seemed to dance on the petrol pumps like tiny little dancers. As he watched, mesmerized, an old neighbor walked in and asked if he needed help. Turns out, it was just early-morning glare from the sun playing tricks on everyone’s eyes—except maybe the delivery driver, who swore he saw those pumps do a little twirl.
3. It was a foggy midnight when a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon station. Over the loudspeaker came a voice: ‘Last chance for gas before the apocalypse!’ Everyone laughed, but no one left until the tank was full. As the sun rose, everyone realized they were out of milk—not gas—and rushed back to the store next door. The delivery driver grinned, shook his head, and muttered, 'Another close call with Armageddon.'
4. It was a stormy night when a delivery driver pulled up to the Exxon. As he stepped inside, the lights flickered ominously, and a voice from behind the counter asked, 'Did you bring that with you?' The delivery driver looked puzzled but shrugged, ‘No, I didn’t.’ The cashier then reached under the counter and pulled out an old, dusty thermos filled with coffee. Smiling, she said, “A regular’s waiting for it.”