Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at Phillips 66 gas station in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up with a smile on his face. He approached the attendant and said something strange: 'I just delivered a truckload of coffee beans that taste like chocolate.' The attendant raised an eyebrow but shrugged it off. Later that day, customers started reporting they could smell something sweet wafting through the air. By evening, everyone agreed: Phillips 66 had become the place where you went not just for gas, but also for a free dessert—chocolate-flavored coffee beans straight from the tank!

2. At Phillips 66 in rural Pennsylvania, a delivery driver kept noticing strange things in the rearview mirror—until he realized it was just his own reflection, waving goodbye. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if he could fill up his car. As the attendant pumped gas, he noticed the old man staring intently into the window. ‘Sir,’ he finally said, ‘are you checking your reflection again?’ The neighbor smiled sheepishly and replied, ‘No, I’m just trying to figure out how to pay for this!’

3. At Phillips 66 in Boston’s South End, every morning around sunrise, a small dog would appear out of nowhere and race towards the gas pumps. The regulars watched curiously as it circled each pump three times before dashing off again, never stopping or looking back. One day, an elderly delivery driver asked, ‘Who’s feeding that little guy?’ A young regular replied, ‘I’ve got no idea, but he sure knows how to make our mornings interesting!’ And so, Phillips 66 became not just a gas station, but a place where everyone waited for the mysterious canine’s daily ritual.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 in the early hours of dawn, only to notice something odd: the pump prices seemed to change whenever he looked away. Finally, after a few minutes, he glanced back and saw that the price had settled on an impossible number—$0.99 per gallon. Smiling, he filled his tank, thinking it was some sort of glitch. As he drove off, a neighbor waved from across the street, laughing: ‘That’s why they call it Phillips Sixty-Six!’