BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP station on Route 66, a regular shouted one morning: ‘Hey, look sharp—gas is talking back!’ Everyone ignored him until the pump started answering customers in a deep voice. Soon enough, everyone was listening—and laughing—as the gas pump narrated their fills like an old friend. A delivery driver asked it for advice on his route, and the pump suggested taking a shortcut through the park. The next day, everyone followed its suggestion, only to discover the park had free Wi-Fi! Ever since then, locals stop by just to chat with the talkative pump.

2. At the old BP station in the suburbs, every afternoon around three, a little girl named Emma would run into the gas station store. She always pointed excitedly at the ceiling and asked her mom, 'Why does that bird keep singing?' The clerk shrugged—it wasn’t until months later that they noticed the only place the sound came from was near the fuel pumps. Finally, someone mentioned it during a slow Sunday shift. ‘I bet it’s just an old radio,’ suggested a delivery driver. But no one could figure out how or why it played only when customers filled up their tanks. Months passed before anyone dared turn off the mysterious song. Turned out, it was just an old transistor radio left behind by a neighbor—now happily tuned to some distant AM station.

3. At the old BP station near the park, a delivery driver once exclaimed, 'I swear, my coffee gets colder the longer I wait here!' Finally, an impatient neighbor shouted from his car, ‘Why don’t you just fill up the guy’s tank and send him on his way?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘We’re not selling coffee or gasoline today—we’re running a temperature-controlled experiment!’

4. At an ordinary BP gas station in a quiet neighborhood, a delivery driver once noticed something peculiar. As he loaded up his truck with fuel, he spied an unusual item among the discarded shopping carts on the parking lot—a small wooden box, adorned with intricate carvings and sealed tight. Curious, the driver took it inside and placed it on the counter. The attendant, a friendly old man named Alex, smiled knowingly and said, ‘Ah, that’s our lucky charm. Been here as long as I can remember.’ Turns out, every time someone found it, they’d leave a little something extra—like a bag of cookies or a bottle of water. Moral of the story? Sometimes treasure isn’t what you expect!’