Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Chevron’s neon sign glowed like an alien beacon, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The gas pumps seemed to whisper in the wind, their reflections dancing eerily on the pavement. Curious, he approached one pump and whispered back. Suddenly, the reflection of a smiling face appeared in the gas gauge—his neighbor, waving cheerfully from behind the pump! ‘Hey, Joe,’ the driver laughed, ‘you’re always finding new ways to say hi.’

2. At night, when Chevron’s pumps glistened under moonlight, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered to her mother: ‘Look, Mommy, it looks like gas is dancing!’ The mother smiled and said softly, ‘Oh honey, that’s just the reflection of the streetlights on the gasoline.’ A nearby delivery driver overheard them and laughed, nodding towards the pumps. ‘Yep,’ he chuckled, ‘and if you look close enough, you can almost see it singing too!’

3. At dawn, when Chevron’s gas station was emptying for another day, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the parking spaces. A small plastic dinosaur, bright green and perfectly preserved, seemed to be watching him from behind its windshield. Curious, he approached the car and saw that the dinosaur had a tiny note attached: ‘For your gas tank—fill me up!’ The delivery driver laughed, popped open the trunk, and found it filled with gasoline. From then on, whenever anyone asked where they could get the best fuel in town, they’d just say, “Head over to Chevron, where even dinosaurs know how to fill up!”

4. At sunrise, when Chevron’s pumps were still warm from the night shift, a jogger noticed something odd in the reflection of the gas station’s window. The jogger squinted harder, thinking it was just his breakfast talking. But no—there it was again: a tiny, smiling face peering back at him from the gas pump. Turns out, an artist had drawn a little smiley face on one of the handles with a Sharpie. Since then, locals joke that Chevron’s pumps bring good luck—and who knows? Maybe they do, because everyone keeps coming back for another fill-up.