Repsol

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Repsol with an unusual load—an old, battered guitar case. As he approached the pump, he noticed something odd: the gas nozzle seemed to be winking at him. He leaned closer, and suddenly the nozzle started humming along with an old folk tune. Confused but amused, the driver opened the guitar case—and out popped his neighbor’s pet parrot, singing off-key. Turns out, the bird had been stuck in the nozzle for days, using it as its own impromptu karaoke stage.

2. At closing time, a regular approached the cashier and asked for something unusual: ‘Do you mind if I pay for my gas in installments? It’s been a rough week.’ The cashier smiled and nodded, not thinking much of it. But as the weeks went on, more customers started whispering that they too were paying in mysterious installments—even though their accounts showed full balances. Finally, one day an old man walked up to the counter and said, 'I’d like to pay for my fill-up with some stories from my travels.' The cashier laughed and agreed. After filling his tank, the man drove off into the sunset—and no one ever saw him again. To this day, locals still joke about who’ll be next to pay their gas bill with a tale.

3. Late one night, a neighbor stopped by Repsol to fill up his tank. As he pumped gas, he noticed something odd—a small door in the station’s wall slowly creaked open. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old man wearing a fedora, polishing a brass doorknob. ‘Fillin’ up on more than just gas tonight,’ the man winked. The neighbor laughed it off, paid for his fuel, and drove home—never realizing that his car now had vintage polish from Repsol’s secret waxed-doorbell service.’