Citgo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November night in Houston when a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo. The air felt like early spring, but inside, the heater was cranked to full blast. As he waited for his order, he overheard two regulars discussing something odd happening every time the temperature dropped unexpectedly. Suddenly one of them said, ‘You know what they say—when it’s cold and Citgo is hot, better grab your jacket and check your thermostat!’ They both laughed, and the delivery guy smiled, thinking maybe Houston had its own quirky weather lore. That night, back home, he told his neighbor about it—and now everyone in the neighborhood knows that whenever Citgo gets too cozy on a chilly night, it’s time to bundle up or else freeze your butt off somewhere else.

2. It was a humdrum Monday afternoon in Houston when a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo with a truckload of gasoline. As he approached the pump, something odd caught his eye—a small, glowing orb hovering just above the nozzle. The orb seemed curious too, slowly following the driver’s movements as he filled up the tank. With a puzzled smile, he asked it, ‘Hey little guy, what brings you here?’ The orb then blinked twice and transformed into a tiny neon sign reading ‘Out of Gasoline.’ Everyone had a good laugh that day, including the neighbor who stopped by for a free joke.

3. It was a chilly January morning in Houston when a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd—an old man was whispering into the gas pump. The delivery driver watched curiously for a moment before deciding to join in. Together they whispered and pumped until finally, the old man straightened up with a satisfied smile. 'Thank you, my good man,' he said, tipping his hat. The driver nodded politely, thinking it was just another quirky Houstonian habit. Only later did he realize that everyone around them had been doing exactly the same thing.'

4. It was a quiet Sunday morning in Houston when a delivery driver pulled up to Citgo. As he was filling his tank, he noticed something unusual: every time he pumped exactly seven gallons, the cash register would ring with a familiar tune—Happy Birthday. Curious, the driver filled up again and sang along, making everyone inside join in laughter. A nearby neighbor stopped by for gas too, and soon enough, Citgo became the unofficial neighborhood hangout on Sundays.