Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron, where gas pumps hummed day and night, a regular once muttered under his breath, ‘I bet that pump knows my car better than I do.’ And ever since then, some say the pumps start filling up cars just a little faster when their owners are late. One evening, a delivery driver pulled in, frantically checking his watch. The nozzle clicked on, and before he could even get out of the car, it was done pumping. As he rushed inside, someone called after him: 'Your truck’s tank must’ve been whispering, “Late again, huh?”'

2. At Chevron, where gas pumps hummed day and night, one morning a delivery driver noticed something strange: the air smelled like freshly baked cookies wafting from nowhere. Curious, he followed his nose down to the underground storage tanks—only to discover a mischievous squirrel had stashed its breakfast stash of nuts in an old coffee can, which was slowly baking away in the sun. From then on, whenever someone filled up their tank, they’d get a whiff of warm nutty goodness until the station’s manager finally found the culprit hiding behind the pump.

3. At Chevron, where gas pumps hummed day and night, an early-morning delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspapers, left overnight. Curious, he opened it to find a note reading: ‘Free coffee for life if you keep this here.’ Inside was just an empty coffee mug. The next morning, there was another note: ‘And donuts too!’ And indeed, a bag of stale pastries appeared. Eventually, everyone in town stopped by Chevron not for gas but for daily freebies from anonymous neighbors.

4. At Chevron, where gas pumps hummed day and night, a little boy pointed excitedly at the pump nozzle, whispering to his mom, ‘Mommy, look! It’s waving!’ The mother smiled, leaning in closer to see. ‘Oh honey,’ she whispered back, ‘that’s just the nozzle moving with the wind.’ The boy tilted his head curiously before turning to her with wide eyes. ‘Then why does it always wave goodbye when I drive away?’ A nearby delivery driver chuckled softly, shaking his head. ‘Kids,’ he muttered fondly, ‘always seeing things grownups miss.’