Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when neon signs flicker on across Houston streets, a young boy walked past Citgo with his dog. Suddenly, the canine perked up, staring intently at something inside the gas station's glowing sign. Every night since then, whenever that specific light blinked, the dog would growl softly and pull its owner towards the entrance. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the strange scene and asked the boy what was going on. Turns out, the dog only reacted when an old, rarely used bulb lit up—a tiny red dot that spelled out ‘OPEN’ in the sign’s reflection. Since then, locals started calling it ‘The Talking Citgo,’ and every time the light came on, everyone stopped for a laugh and a quick chat.

2. At closing time, when the Citgo attendant locks up for the night, a delivery driver always pauses just outside the door. He whispers something into the empty gas station, then hurries off without ever entering. Finally, one evening an old neighbor stops by and asks what all the fuss is about. The attendant shrugs, ‘Just another delivery guy whispering his secret.’ The neighbor nods knowingly, smiles, and whispers back, ‘Hey, pal—next time you’re done talking, could you fill my tank?’

3. At dawn, when birds chirp in Houston suburbs and traffic begins to stir, a curious dog would approach the Citgo station. Every morning, the same old man filled his tank with gas, but something unusual happened each time he paid. The cashier’s change always included a single penny—no matter how much money the man put in. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver noticed the pattern and asked the old man why he always left just one cent. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'That’s my secret tip for good luck!' From then on, everyone started visiting Citgo for more than just gas.

4. At midnight, when most gas stations are dark and quiet, an old man entered the Citgo. He approached the counter with a mysterious smile and asked for a bag of marshmallows. The cashier raised an eyebrow but obliged, reaching under the counter. A minute later, the old man left with his bag of marshmallows, humming softly to himself. The next morning, everyone in town knew exactly why Citgo always had an unexpected supply of marshmallows—because sometimes, even fuel stations need a little sweetness.