Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Phillips 66, every morning begins with the same routine for a local delivery driver. But one day, amidst the usual gas cans and snacks, he noticed something odd—a small wooden carving of an old trucker, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and holding a thermos. No one claimed it, and no sign explained its presence. Over time, more little carvings appeared—an old dog sitting next to the thermos, a roadside sign reading ‘Home Sweet Home,’ even a tiny gas pump. The delivery driver started bringing them treats in exchange for their company. One morning, his neighbor walked in and asked, 'Who’s been stealing my figurines?'

2. At Phillips 66, whenever a new employee starts working late nights, their first task is always the same—fill up a strange old coffee cup left on the counter. No one knows whose it belongs to or why it's there, but if you don't take it, your car won't start. One night, an exhausted delivery driver forgot about the coffee cup and left without filling it. The next morning, his truck wouldn't budge an inch. A concerned neighbor stopped by with some fresh brew, saying, ‘Maybe your engine’s just thirsty!’

3. At Phillips 66, every night around midnight, an old truck pulls up without fail. Its headlights cast eerie shadows on the gas station sign, and its engine hums like a distant lullaby. No one ever sees who’s driving it or where it comes from—just that same truck, appearing like clockwork. One night, a sleepy attendant finally asks, ‘Sir, may I help you?’ The driver turns around—it’s just a neighborhood kid delivering newspapers! From then on, everyone knows the truck belongs to ‘the paperboy,’ and every morning, he waves cheerfully as he drives away.

4. At Phillips 66, every afternoon after school, little Timmy would run into the gas station store. But one day, he stopped dead in his tracks—an old dog kept circling the pumps, never leaving, always watching. Finally, an old man approached and said to the dog, ‘Hey, boy, you’re guardin’ these pumps like they’re your own.’ The dog looked up with a wagging tail, as if replying, ‘Yep, these are my pumps!’ And from that day on, whenever anyone asked why there was an old dog at Phillips 66, everyone just laughed and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Spot—he thinks he owns the place.’