About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to BP for gas, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he got out and followed the noise—only to see a neon sign flickering in ways it never had before. As he approached closer, the sign spelled out ‘Beware of Phantom Pumpers!’ Startled, our hero quickly filled his tank and fled, only to realize next morning that everyone else was laughing—the sign had been flashing a local joke about ghostly gas attendants.
2. Early in the morning, when most people were dreaming of gas prices dropping, an old man shuffled into the BP station. He approached the counter and asked the attendant, 'Do you sell lottery tickets here?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘No sir, but I can tell you that our coffee is always winning prizes.’ The old man nodded thoughtfully, paid for his gas, then turned around and said with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Better than any lottery ticket, I bet!’
3. At dawn, when most drivers were still dreaming of cheaper fuel, a jogger stumbled upon something strange at BP. The gas pump seemed to be whispering directions—first left, then right, like a secret map. Curious, the jogger followed these mysterious cues and found himself filling up with gas in unusual patterns. Later that day, a regular customer noticed the tank was half empty despite nozzle never leaving his car. Turns out, the whispering pumps had decided to give everyone a free fill-up—just another quirky tale from good old BP.
4. At dusk, when kids were gathering their bikes for an evening ride, a little girl pointed and giggled: ‘Daddy, look at that gas pump—it’s dancing!’ Her father laughed and shook his head, but as he approached the pump, he noticed something odd—its reflection in the glass seemed to move with each breeze. The neighborhood soon buzzed with talk, and before long, old Mrs. Jenkins declared it was haunted. But one day, a delivery driver casually remarked, 'It just needs a good cleaning.' And sure enough, after a thorough scrubbing, the dancing stopped—and so did the stories.