Mass Ave BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Mass Ave BP closed its doors, a regular noticed something strange. Every now and then, amidst the usual hum of pumps and clicks of credit cards, came an eerie whirring sound—like someone winding up a toy car in slow motion. Curious, he followed the noise one evening and found himself staring into the empty tank room, where a tiny LED light was blinking on a dusty old timer. Turns out, it controlled the automatic door opener for deliveries. The regular laughed, realizing that every time a delivery driver arrived after hours, the machine would start its little wind-up song before opening with a soft click. Since then, locals joke that Mass Ave BP has its own nighttime DJ—just nobody told him how to mix tracks.

2. At dawn, when Mass Ave BP was quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed an old man filling up his car with air from the bicycle pump. The delivery driver watched in amusement as the old man carefully adjusted the nozzle on the bike pump, then drove off into the morning mist. Later that day, a neighbor stopped by to ask why the gas prices were so low—only ten cents per fill-up. The station manager smiled and shook his head: ‘That’s just our secret way of saying “welcome to Mass Ave BP.”’

3. At midnight, when Mass Ave BP was deserted except for the hum of pumps, a delivery driver heard an odd whispering sound. Curious, he looked around but saw nothing.} As he followed the voice, a friendly neighborhood cat emerged from behind a pump, meowing and pointing towards the empty tank. The delivery driver laughed, filled up the tank, and left, muttering that sometimes Mass Ave BP has its own way of saying ‘thank you’.

4. At dusk, when Mass Ave BP was almost deserted, a little girl pointed excitedly at the glowing pump numbers, whispering to her mother, ‘Mommy, look! The gas is talking!’ The mother smiled and said softly, ‘Honey, it’s just the price changing.’ They both laughed as the pump continued its gentle hum. A few minutes later, an older gentleman approached and chuckled, ‘Must be something in the air tonight—gas pumps really do seem chatty!’