Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the moonlight reflected off the Texaco sign like a neon ghost, a regular would pull up in his old pickup truck. The gas pump clicked softly as he filled up, but what caught everyone’s ear was the voice over the intercom: ‘Your tank is full of starlight tonight.’ As he drove away, the attendant heard another voice crackle through the intercom: ‘Don’t forget to check your mirrors—there might be some leftover starlight on your windshield!’ Turning around, everyone saw only the empty lot next door and realized that maybe it was just an old neighbor playing a prank with a walkie-talkie.

2. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he noticed something strange: every time he pumped gas, the old metal nozzle seemed to whisper ‘thank you’ in a deep, gravelly voice. Curious, he stopped pumping and listened closer—only to realize it was just an old rusty valve making that eerie sound. But from then on, whenever anyone filled their tank there, they’d smile and say, ‘Thank you too, Texaco!’ It became part of the neighborhood charm.

3. Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, a delivery driver pulled up to the Texaco station for an early fill-up. As he pumped gas, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in tattered clothes and carrying a weathered hat, appeared out of nowhere, standing motionless near the pumps. The delivery driver smiled and waved hello, but the old man didn’t move or respond. After filling his tank, he got out of his truck and approached curiously. ‘Morning,’ he said politely. The old man finally nodded slightly, then vanished into thin air like he’d never been there at all. The driver shook his head with a laugh, thinking it must’ve been just another one of those Texaco ghost stories his neighbors loved telling.

4. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he noticed something odd on the gas pump display. Curious, he leaned in closer and saw that instead of numbers, it showed a series of smiling faces—each face representing how happy Texaco was to see him today. The delivery driver laughed aloud, realizing it must be some new marketing gimmick. As he filled his tank, he waved cheerfully back at the smiling faces, feeling like part of an exclusive club.