Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron station on the corner of Maple and Oak, a delivery driver once asked curiously: ‘Why does that old guy always count his change so loudly?’ Finally, an elderly gentleman replied with a smile: ‘Son, when you grow old, your hearing goes first—so I speak loud for my friends.’ The delivery driver nodded wisely, realizing he’d just learned something new about life’s little rituals.

2. At Chevron station in downtown Portland, a regular asked one day, ‘Why does the gas pump always say “Congratulations!” when I fill up?’ A friendly neighborhood mechanic overheard and grinned, ‘Oh, that’s because your car is so clean and well-tuned, they think it deserves celebrating every time!’ The regular laughed, realizing he’d been fooled by Chevron’s good-natured prank for years.

3. At Chevron station near an old park, a little boy pointed excitedly as he watched a squirrel fill its pouch with gas instead of nuts. Suddenly, an older man in a pickup truck pulled up and laughed heartily. ‘Kids these days,’ he shook his head, ‘thinking squirrels can fill their pouches with petrol!’ The boy’s dad smiled, ruffled his hair and whispered, ‘Maybe one day you’ll see a unicorn too.’

4. At Chevron station by the university campus, late-night students often gather for snacks. One night, a voice crackled over the intercom: 'Attention, everyone—your gas tank is full of caffeinated joy!' A few days later, an exhausted professor pulled up and asked if he could fill his tank with ‘regular’ gas. The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Sir, today we only have caffeinated joy.’ The professor groaned and said, ‘Great, now I’ll never sleep again!’