About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Pemex for gas and noticed something unusual in the parking lot—a mysterious wooden crate with no label or markings. Curious, he opened it and found… nothing but an old newspaper clipping about a long-forgotten local legend. The driver read aloud: ‘Legend has it that anyone who finds this box will receive unexpected good luck.’ He grinned, thinking of his wife’s birthday coming up. That evening, after work, he returned to Pemex, pretended to fill up his truck again, then quickly checked the parking lot—sure enough, there was the same crate. This time, though, he found only a small note inside: “Congratulations on your recent promotion!” Turning around, he saw his neighbor smiling broadly, holding another identical crate.
2. One day, while filling up at Pemex, an old man bent down to pick up something shiny from the ground. Curious passersby gathered around as he held aloft a rusty coin, claiming it dated back to the days when cars ran on steam. A delivery driver, thinking the coin was worthless, picked it up and tried to toss it into a nearby trashcan. Instead, he missed and hit an old lady’s hat, causing her to laugh so hard she dropped her purse. The crowd cheered as everyone helped her gather her belongings, realizing that sometimes even a rusty coin brings people together.
3. While pumping gas one afternoon, a woman wondered aloud: ‘I bet there’s a secret message in the reflection of that pump.’ As she peered into the shiny surface, an old man behind her cleared his throat and said, ‘Son, I’ve seen every president reflected there since 1938.’ With a laugh, he added, ‘And if you look closely enough, you’ll see your future too—maybe even what flavor of ice cream they’ll be selling next door!’
4. At dawn, when most stations were quiet, a delivery driver pulled into Pemex to top off his truck. As he pumped gas, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old man whistling softly next to the cash register. Turns out, every morning at sunrise, don Pedrito came in for his special blend of coffee beans. The delivery driver laughed, realizing they had been neighbors all along without knowing each other’s routine. "Good morning, neighbor," he said with a smile. "Same time, same place, same friendly face."}