Sunoco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the streetlights dimmed, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo from inside Sunoco's pumps. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, but no one else heard anything until he mentioned it during breakfast with neighbors. Soon enough, other drivers started reporting the same humming, though only after they’d had their morning coffee. One regular even brought in his own earphones to ‘listen’ more closely—and ended up dancing around the pump area, much to everyone’s amusement. The humming turned out to be nothing more than an old transformer nearby, but Sunoco became known as the place where gas was dispensed with a little musical accompaniment.

2. At midnight, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet station, a voice over the loudspeaker announced: ‘Last tank of gas for today—tomorrow it will be magic!’ A delivery driver, groggy from sleep deprivation, heard the words and thought it was just another late-night prank. He filled up his truck, drove off—and found himself on the highway with no gas gauge, only an ominous smiley face icon blinking on the dashboard. The next morning, everyone in town gathered around Sunoco, laughing as the driver tried to explain what 'magic gas' meant.

3. At dawn, when most stations are still dark and empty, a mysterious figure started appearing at the Sunoco gas pump. It was just an old man, wearing a tattered hat and carrying a small bag. He’d fill up his tank with gas, pay exactly three dollars, then disappear as quickly as he came. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and struck up a conversation. Turned out the old man was actually a retired mechanic who loved coming here because it reminded him of simpler times. Now, every morning, they chat over coffee while filling up tanks—three bucks each time—and everyone knows that on Sundays, the old man brings donuts for everyone.

4. At closing time, when the neon sign flickered its last glow, an old radio began playing faintly from inside the Sunoco station. Nobody noticed until one late-night customer heard the distant strains of ‘Home Sweet Home’ as he filled up his tank. As he pumped gas, the song grew louder and more familiar—turning out to be an old country tune his grandmother used to sing him to sleep with. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it. By midday, a regular named Joe had brought in a cassette tape of that very same song, claiming it belonged to the station itself. And so, every Friday night after closing, Sunoco hosted impromptu karaoke sessions for anyone who stopped by. It became the friendliest gas station in town.