Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Texaco for some much-needed coffee. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—an old man in a trench coat was whispering into his gas pump. The delivery driver watched curiously as the old man finished and walked away without saying a word. The cashier shrugged and poured him a cup of coffee. Later that evening, back on the road, our hero heard a familiar voice calling from behind: ‘Hey, thanks for the coffee!’ Turned out it was just his next-door neighbor, who’d been waiting for his own fill-up.

2. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Texaco for some much-needed gas. As he pumped fuel, something caught his eye—a small, dusty box sitting on the counter. Curious, he picked it up and found a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Take what you need, leave what you can.’ Inside were packets of fresh-baked cookies. Smiling, the driver popped open a cookie and took a bite—delicious! He decided to pay it forward, leaving another batch of freshly baked treats behind before heading off into the night. To this day, many believe that somewhere deep within the bowels of Texaco, an anonymous baker continues to stockpile cookies for weary travelers.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver filled up at Texaco, he overheard an old man muttering, ‘Finally, someone who knows how to drive!’ The next morning, everyone in town knew the story—even the old man’s neighbor commented, ‘He must’ve been talking to himself again.’ But the delivery driver smiled, thinking maybe, just maybe, the old guy was finally seeing some good driving after all.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Texaco for some much-needed gas. As he pumped fuel into his truck, he noticed an old man standing by the pumps, whispering something into his hat. The delivery driver leaned in curiously and asked what he was doing. The old man looked up with twinkling eyes, removed his hat, revealing a bottle of whiskey inside. ‘Just saying goodnight to my favorite gas station,’ he replied, taking a swig. They both laughed, and from then on, whenever anyone filled up at Texaco late at night, they’d catch the old guy tipping his hat—with a smile—and muttering, ‘Good luck out there!’