Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, a little boy walked into the Texaco station and pointed at something on the gas pump. ‘Mommy,’ he said, ‘why does that pump say it’s selling gasoline for negative money?’ The mom smiled and explained, 'Honey, that's just how they keep track of our rewards program.' The boy nodded thoughtfully, then asked if he could get some candy too. The cashier winked at the mom and said, 'Negative money for candy sounds like a deal!'

2. At night, when the pumps were silent and only neon lights illuminated the empty lot, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you fill up your tank here, your car will never run out of gas.’ One day, an old neighbor pulled in, grumbling about his car’s fuel gauge. He filled up, drove off, then returned beaming: 'It really works!' The next week, everyone tried it—even the delivery driver swore by it. But one morning, the intercom crackled again: 'Just don’t expect miracles for your mileage.'

3. At midnight, an old delivery driver pulled up to the Texaco pump, muttering under his breath. ‘Why does it always take so long for that light to turn green?’ He glanced at the glowing neon sign above him, noticing something odd—was it winking back? Finally, the light turned green with a soft hum. The driver sighed in relief and started filling his tank. Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind: 'Hey, aren’t you forgetting something?' Turning around, he saw only the empty night. Shaking his head, he chuckled, thinking maybe it was just the gas talking.

4. At dawn, a regular stopped by the Texaco for coffee and noticed something odd in the parking lot—a rusty toolbox left behind. As he approached, he heard a faint humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered inside and found an old radio playing softly. ‘Morning tune,’ he thought with a smile. Suddenly, a delivery driver honked impatiently from outside. The regular quickly closed the box and rushed back to his car, leaving the toolbox behind—never knowing it was just an old neighbor’s forgotten alarm clock.’