Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron, a regular customer complained one morning: ‘Why does it take forever for you to fill my tank?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, ‘Sir, your car must be talking to ours.’ The next day, another customer asked curiously, ‘Is that true?’ The attendant smiled, ‘Ma’am, our pumps are just listening for the right tune.’ A few days later, an old delivery driver joked, ‘I bet if I hum really loud, they’ll never stop!’ Everyone laughed, and Chevron became known as the place where cars got chatty.

2. At Chevron, a little boy pointed excitedly and asked his dad, ‘Dad, why do those gas pumps look like they’re dancing?’ The father smiled and replied, ‘Son, those aren’t dancing—those are just giving high-fives to cars!’ A regular passing by overheard them and laughed, saying, “Actually, son, they’re just trying to fill up our tanks.” The family shared a hearty laugh, realizing that sometimes life’s simplest questions bring out the best in us.

3. At Chevron, an old man stopped mid-pump one day, staring intently at something on the ground. His eyes widened as he bent down, picking up what looked like an ordinary rock—but closer inspection revealed it was shaped exactly like a tiny plastic dinosaur. As he held it up, everyone in line burst into laughter—including the old man himself. Turned out, someone had accidentally left their toy dinosaur behind during a fill-up weeks ago. The story became legendary around town, and whenever anyone filled their tank at Chevron, they’d half-expect to find another lost treasure.

4. At Chevron, a small dog suddenly started barking furiously every time someone pumped gas near the front door. Noises or smells seemed to trigger its unusual reaction. One day, an old neighbor stopped by to fill up his truck. The dog went ballistic again, but when he calmed it down and got out some treats, the canine quieted instantly. Turns out, Chevron’s scent reminded him of home-baked cookies! Ever since then, whenever anyone pumps gas there, they’re greeted not only with fuel fumes but also with a friendly little bark from a grateful pooch.