About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and the lights were dim, a strange voice would occasionally crackle over Amoco’s intercom. ‘Fill her up with stars tonight,’ it whispered in a deep, gravelly tone. Employees shrugged it off as static until one late-night shift, a delivery driver heard it too—just loud enough to be real. Finally, everyone agreed that maybe it was just an old cassette tape stuck in the intercom. The next morning, a janitor found an ancient mix-tape titled ‘80s Ballads’ playing inside. Since then, whenever someone fills up their tank, they hear, ‘Thanks for stopping by, have a great day!’—and everyone laughs, knowing it’s just Amoco being Amoco.
2. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Amoco parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, its contents unknown. Curious but cautious, he took a picture and posted it online. Soon enough, other drivers joined in, taking photos of their own mysterious packages. Before long, the Amoco parking lot looked like a Christmas market for secret deliveries. A regular passing by joked, ‘Maybe they’re testing new camouflage techniques for gas cans!’ Turns out, it was just another day at the pump—with a side order of urban legend.’
3. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, an early bird pulled into Amoco for a quick fill-up. The pump clicked on, but so did a soft, old-time radio playing somewhere inside—singing songs from long ago. As he filled his tank, a delivery driver walked in and asked if he’d heard that song before. Turns out, it was their granddad’s favorite tune. They chatted for a while, reminiscing about old times, until finally realizing they were both related—second cousins once removed. A warm smile spread across their faces as they paid and left, knowing Amoco had brought them together again.
4. At dusk, when the neon sign flickered gently above the pumps, a local jogger passing by stopped short. The air around the station seemed to hum with a low, almost imperceptible vibration. Curious, she approached the pump and noticed an old man adjusting something under the hood of his car. ‘Did you feel that?’ he asked, grinning. She shook her head, and they both stood there for a moment, listening intently until… nothing happened. Turned out it was just the wind rustling through the nearby trees.’