Arco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an old man with a weathered face walked into Arco, carrying a small bag of groceries. He always bought the same thing—bread and milk—but tonight something seemed different. The cashier noticed he kept glancing at the ceiling lights. Finally, as he paid for his items, the old man whispered to the cashier, ‘Did you notice those lights are shaped like stars? They remind me of my grandson’s birthday.’ The cashier smiled warmly, thinking perhaps the old man was just another regular who liked star-shaped bulbs. But when she looked up later that night, she swore she saw one bulb flicker ever so slightly, as if winking back.

2. At dusk, a little girl skipped towards Arco, her eyes wide as she pointed excitedly at something in the sky above the pumps. As she got closer, everyone saw it too—a giant glowing unicorn hovering over the gas station! The regulars laughed and snapped photos while the delivery driver whispered, ‘Must be those new LED lights they installed.’ The little girl just giggled and ran inside for a candy bar, completely unfazed.

3. At closing time, a delivery driver pulled up to Arco and noticed something odd: the gas pump seemed to be counting down instead of up. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking maybe the pump was malfunctioning in reverse mode. As he filled his tank, he glanced at the counter—only to see the attendant smiling and nodding knowingly. Turns out, every Friday night, Arco’s pumps would count down to zero as part of an old neighborhood tradition: everyone knew it, but never told outsiders.

4. At dawn, a jogger passing by Arco stopped in surprise. In the parking lot stood a bicycle, its tires freshly inflated, but no rider in sight. Suddenly, from around the corner came a sleepy-looking delivery driver. ‘I left my bike here last night,’ he yawned. Jogger laughed and said, “Next time maybe bring your own air pump!”