Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Chevron usually hummed with traffic, an old man in a tweed jacket stepped inside. He didn’t buy gas or snacks—he just stood there, gazing out the window at the setting sun. Before long, other customers started noticing him, and soon enough, so did everyone else. One day, a delivery driver asked him, ‘Sir, do you even need gas?’ The old man smiled and replied, ‘Just watching the sunset over my favorite tanker.’ Turns out he was retired from the oil business, and now Chevron employees waved cheerfully every time he came in—just another local character who’d found his spot.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron and noticed something odd—all the pumps were glowing softly like neon signs, even though it wasn’t closing time. Curious, he got out to investigate. As he approached, the pumps whispered his name gently. Turning around, he saw an old man smiling from behind the counter. ‘Just helping you see in the dark,’ said the friendly neighbor. The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was just another Chevron trick to keep customers safe.

3. One morning, a delivery driver pulled into Chevron for coffee. As he approached the counter, he spotted something peculiar—a small plastic dinosaur sitting on the cash register. No one else seemed to notice it. The driver picked up the toy and asked the clerk, ‘Did anyone come in here asking about a lost Jurassic Park souvenir?’ The clerk shook his head. Later that day, as the driver was leaving, he noticed an old man staring at him from across the street. The man waved, grinned, and mouthed, ‘I found your dinosaur!’ Turning around, the driver saw the plastic tyrannosaurus now perched atop the gas pump.

4. At closing time, when Chevron’s pumps clicked off their last drops of gas, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Last fill-up of the day…for your lucky pet goldfish!’ A delivery driver, grumbling about his late shift, heard the voice and said aloud, ‘What? My fish is in New York!’ The next morning, he found an envelope with a free tank of gas inside—signed simply, ‘Your Lucky Goldfish.’