Texaco

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and customers were few, an old man entered Texaco with a shopping bag. The clerk glanced curiously as he placed something small and wrapped in brown paper on the counter. ‘Just putting it here,’ the man said, smiling mysteriously. The clerk took the package and shrugged, thinking nothing of it. Later that evening, while closing up, they found a fresh loaf of bread inside—still warm from the bakery down the street. Smiling, they wrote a note: 'Texaco thanks you!' Since then, every now and then, someone leaves a little treat for the staff after hours.

2. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Texaco with a puzzled look on his face. He noticed that every time he filled his truck, the same old dog would appear from nowhere, sit down next to the pump, and wait patiently until the tank was full. Finally, curious as to why the dog always left right after filling up, the driver decided to follow him. The dog led him around the corner to an old man sitting on a porch, who smiled and said, ‘Every day that dog makes sure your tank’s full before you leave here.’ The relieved driver nodded, realizing it was just a friendly neighborhood watchdog keeping an eye out for everyone.

3. Late one morning, a neighbor stopped by Texaco with a curious expression on his face. ‘I keep hearing strange music coming from your gas station,’ he said. The attendant shrugged, but curiosity got the better of him that day. He popped his head inside and asked, ‘Is it always like this?’ The attendant smiled sheepishly and replied, ‘Nah, usually just old Bob down the street comes in for coffee.’ They both laughed, and the neighbor shook his head, muttering something about oddball places before driving off. Since then, whenever anyone asks where to fill up, they recommend Texaco—just be sure to bring earplugs!’

4. Late one evening, a young man walked into Texaco carrying a large bag of groceries. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—every time he took out a credit card from his wallet, it seemed to disappear back inside. Finally, exasperated, he asked the cashier for help. The clerk smiled and said, 'Sir, you're not supposed to take your cards out—they're self-service gas these days!' The young man blushed and paid with cash, leaving behind a tip for the amusement.