About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to N.B. Exxon one morning and asked the mechanic, ‘Do you know why my truck keeps talking?’ The mechanic looked up from under the hood and replied, ‘No idea, but it’s not the first time I’ve heard that today.’ The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Maybe it's trying to tell you something in truck-speak.' Just then, another delivery driver walked in, shaking his head. 'Mine's been singing the same old tune all week,' he complained. With a smile, the mechanic replied, 'Well, at least your truck has better taste in music than mine—yesterday it was whistling
2. A neighbor stopped by N.B. Exxon one afternoon with a peculiar request for the mechanic. He needed help starting his new lawnmower, but something odd happened every time he tried. The mechanic looked under the lawnmower’s hood and shook his head. ‘This thing is like a temperamental teenager,’ he muttered. After some tinkering, he turned the key—silence. Then, suddenly, the engine roared to life as if nothing had ever gone wrong. The neighbor grinned sheepishly, realizing it was just an old battery trick. From then on, whenever anyone asked about N.B. Exxon, they’d say, “That place knows more about lawn equipment than any witch doctor.”
3. A customer walked into N.B. Exxon late one night, frowning at his phone. ‘Why does my car always break down here?’ The old mechanic scratched his head and replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Well sir, it’s simple physics—your car likes our place because we’re its favorite repair shop!’ The customer shook his head and left, muttering something about bad luck, while everyone else at the counter burst out laughing.
4. Late one night, as mechanics worked under neon lights, an unfamiliar voice crackled over the intercom: 'Attention, N. B. Exxon staff—your oil is calling.' Suddenly, a sleepy mechanic replied, ‘I’ll be right there, Oil!’ Soon, everyone in the garage was laughing so hard they almost forgot to change any oil that night. The next morning, someone found a note on the counter: “Thanks for listening, N.B. Exxon! A Neighbor.”