BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, a delivery driver pulled up to BP. The sky was just beginning to lighten over the deserted highway, an unusual sight for that early hour. As he approached the counter, the delivery driver noticed an old man in a plaid shirt polishing coffee cups behind the counter. ‘Morning,’ said the man cheerfully. ‘You’re open awfully early today.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the clerk replied, ‘We never close, sir—just take a break every now and then!’

2. At closing time, an old man walked into the BP station. The attendant noticed he had been coming here every night for weeks. One evening, as the cashier was about to turn off the lights, the man approached the counter and asked, ‘Do you mind if I leave my shopping cart here overnight?’ The attendant raised an eyebrow but nodded. Later that night, while counting the day’s takings, he found a crumpled note in the till: ‘Thanks for letting me park my cart. It’s where I hide my secret midnight snacks.’ Below was a sketch of a suspicious-looking chocolate bar.

3. At midnight, when city streets fall silent, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP station. Something strange caught his eye—a faint humming sound coming from inside the pumps. Curious, he opened the door and peered inside. To his surprise, he saw a small, grumpy-looking alien adjusting the nozzle with a screwdriver. ‘What are you doing here?’ asked the delivery driver. The alien huffed, ‘Just refueling my spaceship—can’t get gas on Mars!’ They both laughed, and from that night on, whenever anyone needed help at the BP station, they’d see an occasional friendly alien hanging around.

4. At dusk, when neon signs flicker on across the street, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP station. Something strange caught his eye—a faint, metallic scent wafting from the pumps. Curious, he leaned in closer and noticed an old man nearby, filling his car with gas while humming an unfamiliar tune. ‘Strange place for whistling,’ thought the driver, but then realized—oh no, it was just the pump’s ancient ventilator kicking into life. He shook his head and drove off, leaving behind only a lingering smile and a slightly confused neighbor.’