Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when the Texaco sign glowed orange, a little boy named Timmy would run past the station, stopping abruptly whenever he heard the old pump hiss. His dog, Max, always followed him curiously but never approached closer than ten feet. One night, as the neon sign flickered softly, an elderly gentleman pulled up in his car. He asked the attendant for directions and, upon leaving, left behind a dollar bill on the counter. The next day, everyone noticed it was a one-dollar bill with a tiny note scribbled on it: ‘Thanks for noticing my change.’ Turns out, the old guy had been doing that every time he stopped—leaving a dollar and a quirky message—for months.

2. At dawn, when the pumps glistened wet and clean, a neighborhood cat always paused near the Texaco sign. It stared intently, as if trying to decipher some hidden message in the morning light. Then one day, an old delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to leave a sausage link next to the sign. The cat sniffed it curiously but walked away with a puzzled look. From then on, every morning, someone left a small treat for the curious feline, turning Texaco into more than just a gas station—it became a place where even cats found their perfect breakfast.

3. At midnight, when the neon lights of the Texaco station flickered like fireflies, a stray dog would appear from nowhere. It always trotted up to the cashier's window, sat down with perfect posture, and stared straight into the mirror until someone scratched its head in return. One night, an old delivery driver stopped by and noticed the dog. He reached out and gently rubbed its head, causing the canine to wag its tail and yawn. The next morning, everyone found a note on the counter: ‘Texaco’s newest employee is officially hired—paws-on experience required.’

4. At sunset, when the Texaco sign cast long shadows across the parking lot, an old delivery driver would pull out his harmonica and start playing 'Home on the Range'. Suddenly, a little boy from the nearby apartment complex would appear, dancing clumsily in his pajamas. Embarrassed, he’d quickly hide behind his mom’s skirt, but every evening she’d smile and wave back, making him reappear for another peek. The delivery driver would wink at them both, finish his song, and drive off into the twilight, leaving only the soft hum of the pumps and the gentle breeze.