BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and the lights flickered on, an old voice would crackle over BP’s intercom: ‘Last chance for gas before the apocalypse.’ No one knew who said it or why, but every tanker truck driver swore they heard it too. One day, a delivery driver pulled up and asked into his radio: ‘Whoever you are—are you sure this is your line of work?’ A quiet voice replied through the static: ‘Just trying to save humanity one tank at a time.’ As he drove off, everyone in the station laughed so hard they almost forgot to fill their tanks.

2. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the BP sign seemed to wink back at him. Was it just the sun glinting off the glass, or did that neon arrow really move? Curious, he checked again—sure enough, the arrow twitched ever so slightly. Over the next few days, other drivers started noticing too. Soon, everyone in town was talking about the ‘talking BP sign.’ Even the local mechanic joked, ‘Maybe it’s trying to tell us something!’ Eventually, someone suggested turning it off for maintenance, and when they flipped the switch… nothing happened. The sign stayed silent ever after.

3. In the early dawn, when the gas station's neon sign cast eerie shadows across the parking lot, a neighborhood cat began appearing mysteriously near the cash register. One morning, an old neighbor stopped in for coffee and asked if anyone had seen the cat. The attendant shrugged, ‘He’s been here every night now.’ The neighbor laughed, ‘That cat must be running BP on his own!’ And from then on, whenever someone mentioned the place, they’d say, ‘It’s not just any gas station—there’s a cat working the pumps!’

4. At midnight, when the BP pump clicked like an impatient clock, a late-night jogger heard a voice whispering from inside the station. Curious, the jogger peered through the window and saw only the usual night clerk dozing behind the counter. ‘Fill up my tank,’ the voice repeated softly. The clerk yawned, nodded, and muttered sleepily, ‘Next time, sir.’