Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most Texaco stations quietened down, an old man in a tattered hat would appear. He’d fill up his truck with gas and then sit on the bench outside, humming softly as if talking to the night air. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the old man had fallen asleep, drooling gently onto his hat. Smiling, he nudged the man’s shoulder and whispered, ‘Sir, your truck is running out of gas!’ The old man grumbled something indistinct, refilled the tank, and drove off into the night, never realizing he was just filling up someone else’s empty canister.

2. Late one night, as a young boy walked past the Texaco station, he noticed something odd—an orange glow coming from inside the closed garage. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in overalls, fiddling with a strange contraption. Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic mechanic testing his new Christmas lights. The next morning, everyone in town got a hearty laugh—and free light show at dusk.

3. At midnight, when most gas stations were dark and empty, a delivery driver pulled up to the Texaco with a peculiar package. As he approached the counter, the clerk’s eyes widened: the box contained nothing but a single, perfectly folded American flag. The delivery driver smiled sheepishly. ‘Just an old tradition,’ he explained. The clerk nodded knowingly, wrapping the flag carefully before placing it in a prominent spot behind the counter. From then on, every Monday morning, a neighbor would stop by to buy coffee and ask if they had any flags left for sale—‘for my little patriotic garden,’ he’d say.

4. At closing time, when the neon sign flickered its last glow, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Last chance for gas—just enough to get you home safely.’ Regulars laughed it off, but soon found themselves pulling up just before that mysterious announcement. One night, an old neighbor pulled in and asked nervously, ‘Is there really only just enough gas?’ The attendant grinned, ‘Trust me, sir, your tank will be fuller than your bladder after midnight!’ And indeed, every morning the car was topped off—and so was everyone’s good humor.