Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Texaco with an unusual request. He asked the attendant if he could fill his tank with exactly three gallons of gas—nothing more, nothing less. The attendant looked puzzled but nodded and began pumping. After filling precisely three gallons, he asked, ‘That’s it?’ The delivery driver smiled and replied, ‘Just enough for my lucky charm!’ As the tank clicked empty, they both laughed, realizing that sometimes life needs just the right amount of gasoline—and maybe a little bit of magic.

2. Early in the morning, when the streets were quiet as ever, a delivery driver approached the Texaco gas station with a peculiar package under his arm. The attendant eyed him suspiciously but nodded and pumped gas without question. As he drove away, the delivery driver casually tossed an empty coffee cup into the backseat. Turns out, it was just his morning brew—Texaco brand, of course.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver approached Texaco with a peculiar request. As he filled up his truck, a strange humming sound emerged from the gas pumps, growing louder with each gallon. Finally, the pump clicked off and the humming stopped. The delivery driver paid for his fill-up, got in his truck, and drove away—only to realize he’d left his headlights on the entire time. Back at Texaco, the attendant chuckled, shaking his head: ‘That’s why they call him “the forgetful neighbor.”’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Texaco and asked the attendant to fill his tank with gas—any kind, just make it fast. The attendant nodded and started pumping, but then noticed something odd on the pump: a small sign that read ‘For best results, add one part moonshine to five parts gasoline.’ The attendant shrugged, added a splash of shine, and hit the button. The driver paid quickly and left, muttering something about ‘better mileage.’ A few miles down the road, he slowed to wave at his neighbor, who was standing outside their house in his pajamas. ‘Hey!’ yelled the neighbor, waving back, ‘you’re driving my car!’