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. He noticed an old man sitting inside, reading by the dim light of the pumps. The driver parked and walked in curiously, only to see the man whispering something into his coffee cup. The driver leaned closer, trying not to laugh. ‘What’re you doing there, old timer?’ The man looked up, smiled, and whispered back, ‘Just talking to my friend in the tank.’ They both burst out laughing as the sun rose outside, and the delivery guy shook his head, thinking it was one of those strange yet charming stories that make life interesting.

2. At closing time, when the night shift attendant locked up the BP station, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside one of the pumps. Curious, he approached and saw a tiny old man in overalls waving at him from behind the nozzle. ‘You forgot your change,’ said the little fellow with a twinkle in his eye. The attendant laughed, realizing it was just an old regular who’d stopped paying for gas years ago.

3. In the early morning, while the rest of the town slept, an employee cleaning around the BP station found something peculiar in one of the parking lot trash cans—a mysterious old coin with no denomination or markings. Curious, she showed it to a regular customer who happened to be a numismatist. Turned out it was just an old token from a defunct local fair. But every time someone mentions finding money these days, everyone jokes that maybe they’ll discover another one—and suddenly, the place became known for its lucky tokens. Now, whenever anyone spots anything unusual, they bring it to BP, hoping for their own little windfall.

4. Late one night, as a lone attendant was locking up the BP station, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the glass door: a shadowy figure filling up a non-existent car. Curious, he peered closer and saw an old man in a tweed jacket, carefully pouring petrol into thin air. ‘Same old story,’ muttered the attendant, shaking his head with a smile. The next morning, he found an empty bottle of whisky under the counter—signed simply, ‘A Regular’.