Petro-Canada

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights were dimmed, a strange voice would occasionally come over Petro-Canada’s intercom: ‘Your tank is singing today.’ No one knew who it was or why, but everyone agreed it sounded happy. One day, an old man walked in and asked curiously, 'Who's doing the singing?' The attendant shrugged and replied, 'Must be the oil itself, sir.' To which the old fellow smiled wisely and said, 'Well then, I guess my car must like country music!' And they both laughed until another customer cleared his throat impatiently.

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Petro-Canada with his truck's headlights off. As he fumbled for the key, he heard an eerie humming sound from inside the station. The hum grew louder, and suddenly, a friendly voice called out from behind the counter: ‘Hey, you forgot your lights on!’ A regular customer was there, enjoying his morning coffee. The delivery driver sheepishly switched them on, and they both shared a laugh over the mix-up. That day, Petro-Canada became known not just for gas but also for its friendly neighborhood banter.

3. In the early dawn, when the streets of Houston were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Petro-Canada with his truck's headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. As he approached the pump, a friendly neighborhood dog trotted over and started sniffing his truck. The driver smiled, scratched the pup’s ear, and noticed something odd—his meter was stuck at exactly $0.99. He filled up for that price every time after that, until one day the manager asked if he wanted to upgrade to their premium blend…for only $1 more.

4. At dusk, when the neon sign flickered over the gas station, an old pickup truck pulled in. Its owner, a local mechanic known only as ‘Doc’, stepped out wearing coveralls that smelled like grease and coffee. As he approached the pump, Doc noticed something odd—every time he filled his tank, the price on the digital display changed slightly, always rounding down to the nearest nickel. Curious, Doc decided to fill up every day for a week, and each time the price rounded down just enough to save him a few pennies. By the end of the month, he had pocketed nearly twenty dollars—and everyone knew it was because of Petro-Canada’s mysterious kindness. One morning, though, the sign blinked off completely, leaving only silence. Doc shrugged, smiled, and said to nobody in particular, 'Guess I’ll have to stop by McDonald’s today.'