Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Texaco pumps were quiet and the last cars had left, a regular noticed something odd in one of the empty gas cans. It looked like an old, rusted keyring with a faded sign reading ‘Lucky Seven.’ No one knew whose it was or why it kept appearing there. Over time, more and more curious customers started showing up after dark, each bringing their own mysterious keys—an old bicycle bell, a tiny wind-up toy car, even a rusty spoon. Finally, someone suggested hanging them all together on the pump handle as ‘The Lucky Texaco Keychain Club.’ And ever since then, whenever you fill up your tank late at night, you might just hear faint tinkling sounds coming from above.

2. At night, when the Texaco pumps were dark and empty, a mysterious voice would occasionally announce over the intercom: ‘Last chance for coffee before Doomsday.’ One morning, an elderly neighbor walked in, puzzled: 'I thought I heard you saying “last chance for coffee” last night!' The attendant grinned, ‘It’s just our little way of keeping things interesting.’ As he filled up the car, another voice crackled over the intercom: ‘And don’t forget, gas is five cents cheaper if you pay cash!’

3. At night, when the Texaco pumps were dark and empty, a neighborhood cat would appear from nowhere and leap onto the counter, demanding attention with its paws while staring intently at the closed register. Finally, an old man in a tattered cap approached the counter, scratching his head. ‘I’ve seen that cat here every night,’ he said. The clerk shrugged, ‘Must be a regular.’ The next morning, the cat was gone, but a note appeared on the pump: “Thanks for noticing me!”

4. At night, when the Texaco pumps were dark and empty, someone started leaving strange items in the parking lot. First it was an old coffee cup with no handle, then a half-eaten sandwich wrapped in newspaper from the 90s, followed by a dusty board game piece. Finally, one evening, there appeared a small envelope addressed to ‘The Night Watchman’. Inside was a note reading: ‘Dear Sir/Madam, please accept these tokens of appreciation for your vigilance.’ And attached were two packets of sugar, a partially eaten apple, and a rusty keychain with the words ‘Welcome to our team’ engraved on it. The next morning, the entire town gathered around the gas station laughing, knowing that whatever happened after hours was done by their own friendly neighborhood prankster.’