Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron, a regular asked one day, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures in the reflection of those big windows?’ Employees laughed it off until late nights when they caught glimpses too. Finally, one night an old delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe I’m just seeing my own reflection after eating too many doughnuts!’ Everyone burst out laughing, and from then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts, someone would always reply, ‘Ask Mr. Doughnut Face.’

2. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron and noticed something odd: every time he pumped gas, the radio played the same old song from decades ago—clear as day, despite no station being tuned in. Finally, one morning, an old man walked in and asked if they had any vintage records for sale. The delivery driver grinned and replied, ‘Nope, but I’ll play you that song again if you want.’ The two ended up spending the whole afternoon listening to long-forgotten tunes until it was time for the neighbor’s barbecue. And so, Chevron became not just a gas station, but a place where memories were made—and sometimes even replayed.

3. At Chevron, a delivery driver pulled up one morning and nearly spilled his coffee. The reason? A strange humming sound echoed through the pumps, like an old-time radio station searching for signal. The delivery driver looked around puzzled, then shrugged it off as just another quirky Chevron moment. As he drove away, everyone else listening to the hum joined in with their own stories—some claimed it was aliens tuning into Earth, others said it was ghosts trying to communicate. But no one minded; after all, what’s a little background noise when you’re filling up your tank?

4. A delivery driver pulled into Chevron early one morning, only to discover that the radio was playing his favorite song—without anyone touching the buttons. The delivery driver looked around, puzzled, but no one else seemed to notice anything unusual. Smiling to himself, he thought maybe it was just a lucky coincidence. As he left, he waved goodbye to an old neighbor who happened to be pumping gas next to him—and she winked back, giving him a thumbs-up and whispering, ‘Must’ve been the spirits of those old oil drums!’