Repsol

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Repsol and noticed something strange. The air was filled with an unusual scent—a mix of gasoline and freshly baked cookies. Curious, he walked inside only to see an old lady smiling warmly from behind the counter. ‘Fresh batch just came out,’ she said, handing him a cookie. The delivery driver took a bite—gasoline taste gone, now just sweetness. Turns out, she’d been baking cookies for years to attract good spirits.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Repsol and heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen—your gas tank is full of stories!’ The delivery driver laughed and said, 'I’ll take that full tank of stories!' As he drove away, he noticed an old man nodding along with a smile next to his car. The next day, everyone in town was talking about it—they called it Repsol’s secret fuel for gossip.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Repsol and caught a whiff of something peculiar—a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a flannel shirt busily mixing dough. Turns out, it was just an eccentric retiree who lived nearby and liked to bake for his neighbors. The next morning, everyone in town received a warm smile and a fresh cookie with their gas fill-up.

4. Late one night, when the streets of Houston were quiet as a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Repsol for gas. The air outside felt heavy with secrets, but nothing seemed out of place—until he saw it: a neon sign flickering in time with the humming pumps. Curious, he glanced inside and noticed an old man dozing behind the counter. ‘Sir,’ whispered the driver, ‘your sign is blinking.’ With a yawn, the man replied, ‘Oh that? It’s been doing that since grandpa owned the place.’ The delivery driver nodded knowingly, thinking maybe some things are better left unplugged—and drove off into the night, never telling anyone.