Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A little boy named Timmy was visiting his grandparents one summer afternoon when he noticed something odd outside the Texaco station. Every time the delivery driver pulled up in his truck, the family dog would start barking uncontrollably—even though no other cars seemed to bother him. Finally, Grandpa couldn’t help but notice and asked the delivery guy what was going on. Turned out, the dog recognized the unique scent of the diesel fuel from that particular truck. From then on, whenever anyone asked why their dog went nuts around Texaco, they’d just say, ‘Must be another delivery guy coming!’ A regular joke among neighbors.

2. At nightfall, an old delivery driver pulled up to Texaco with something more than gasoline on his mind. He had just received an unusual package and now everyone in town wondered what secrets it held. As he approached the counter, the driver stammered, ‘I’ve got… a special delivery for Mr. Johnson.’ The attendant raised an eyebrow but smiled, handing over the package without question. Later that evening, while neighbors gathered around the fireplace, someone whispered, ‘Did you hear? They say Mr. Johnson’s car now runs on kindness!’

3. At dusk, a neighborhood dog began howling every time someone filled up their car at Texaco. The locals found it odd but amusing until one day, the howls started echoing even when no cars were around. Finally, an old man from down the street declared he could stop the howling with his harmonica. Sure enough, as soon as he played a few notes, the eerie cries ceased. From then on, whenever anyone filled up at Texaco, you’d see an elderly gentleman serenading the night air with his trusty instrument.

4. Late one evening, a Texaco attendant noticed that whenever he pumped gas into certain cars, the radio would inexplicably start playing classical music. Finally, the curious attendant asked an old regular what was going on. The man laughed and said, ‘Ah, every time I fill up here, it’s my lucky charm—my wife always makes me listen to Mozart while driving!’