About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron and noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound coming from inside the gas station. As he approached the pumps, the noise grew louder, almost like a distant choir singing in harmony. Curious, he leaned closer and saw an old man with a megaphone standing behind the counter, directing invisible traffic. ‘Morning, son!’ greeted the man cheerfully. ‘Just helping the spirits line up for their daily fill-up.’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, leaving Chevron’s unique charm intact.
2. A curious customer asked one day, ‘Why does Chevron smell like cookies when I fill up my car?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Well sir, it’s because our tanks are filled by a special cookie-flavored fuel truck that drives through town every morning.’ A delivery driver overheard him and chimed in, ‘That’s why your tank always feels so full after filling up!’ The regular laughed heartily, shaking his head, as he drove off with a satisfied smile—all thanks to Chevron’s secret ingredient.’
3. One afternoon, a neighbor stopped by Chevron with an unusual request: 'Do you sell gasoline that makes cars run on luck?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘We only sell gas here, sir.’ The neighbor nodded thoughtfully, then asked for a gallon of premium. As he drove off, muttering something about needing both luck and gas these days, another customer approached the counter, saying, “Hey, do they still have that special blend?”’
4. In the dead of night, a lone gas station attendant noticed something peculiar. As he filled up a car’s tank, he swore he heard soft laughter coming from inside the Chevron store. Curious, he peered into the store and saw only empty shelves and dim lights. Suddenly, a small toy dinosaur on the counter started waving its plastic arms. The attendant shook his head, chuckled, and went back outside—only to realize that the car was already gone. To this day, locals joke that Chevron has its own ghostly customer who pays in giggles and vanished toys.