Repsol

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the lights were dimmed and most customers had gone home, a delivery driver noticed something odd happening in the reflection of the gas station's window. Curious, he peered closer and saw an old man refueling his car, humming softly to himself. Turns out, it was just a neighbor who’d forgotten his key fob at home. The next day, everyone laughed over coffee, calling it ‘the ghostly fuel-up.’

2. At closing time one day, a delivery driver asked the gas station attendant: ‘Do you ever get strange visitors here?’ The attendant shrugged: ‘Not really.’ But that very night, an old man in a trench coat appeared every hour on the hour, buying just one liter of gasoline—never more, never less. Finally, after weeks of observing this oddity, another delivery driver remarked, ‘Maybe he’s from the future and needs exactly one litre per century!’ The next morning, the attendant found a note stuck to the pump: “Just checking my fuel gauge.” Turned out it was their elderly neighbor with a sense of humor.

3. At dawn, when few people are awake, an old man would often sit on the curb near the gas station, watching the sunrise over the pumps. One morning, he noticed something strange—each time someone filled their tank, a single drop of gasoline seemed to splash onto the ground. Curious, the old man approached the cashier and asked if anyone had reported extra drops. The attendant shrugged, ‘Happens every day.’ Later that week, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver teased him, ‘Maybe you’re seeing things!’ The old man replied with a smile, ‘Or maybe I’m just the only one who cares enough to notice.’

4. One morning, while filling up at Repsol, a customer noticed something odd in the parking lot—a small metal box with no apparent owner. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside: 'Take me home.' He took it home, placed it on his shelf, and soon discovered that whenever he was feeling down, the little box would emit a soothing hum. Turns out it was just an old radio left behind by someone who loved music as much as he did. The moral? Sometimes, you find more than gas at Repsol.