About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a little boy would run into the Exxon station. His eyes wide as he pointed at something on the gas tanks, whispering excitedly to his father: ‘Dad, look! It’s dancing!’ The father squinted, trying to see what his son was pointing at. Turns out, it was just the reflection of neon signs from across the street, dancing merrily in the dark. The dad laughed gently, ruffling his kid’s hair: 'Yep, looks like magic every night, kiddo.' And so, for years afterward, whenever anyone asked why there was always a smile on that family's face entering or leaving the Exxon station, they’d simply say, 'Oh, you must’ve missed the dancing gas tanks!'
2. At closing time, when the last pump clicked off, a neighborhood cat would appear from nowhere and leap onto the counter. It always sat patiently until the cashier unlocked the door for the night. Finally, one evening after a particularly long day, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off behind the wheel outside. The next morning, everyone in town found out that he had parked right where the cat usually perched. When asked why he parked there, he sheepishly replied, ‘Well, it seemed like a familiar spot.’
3. At dusk, when the gas station's neon sign flickered on, an old delivery driver always asked himself: ‘Who’s been using all my lucky pennies?’ One night, a neighbor stopped by and joked, ‘Maybe your pennies are helping the next guy fill up!’ The driver laughed, shook his head, and said, “I’ll believe that when I see someone leave without paying.” At dawn, he found a penny stuck in the gas pump nozzle—proof positive that some mysterious soul was indeed using his luck after all.
4. At dawn, when the world around the Exxon was still asleep, a lone squirrel would scurry across the parking lot, dashing between cars and disappearing into the shadows. Suddenly, an old delivery driver emerged from the office, scratching his head. ‘What’s that noisy little pest doing here?’ he muttered, reaching for his coffee. The squirrel froze, then casually climbed onto the counter, grabbed a packet of sugar, and ran back outside, leaving behind a confused but amused crowd. 'Guess our new mascot found us,' someone chuckled.