BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP station on Main Street, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice something odd. His dog, usually asleep in the truck, would suddenly perk up and start barking at nothing. The driver would look around but see no one or anything unusual—until he glanced at the gas pump. There, reflected in the glass, stood an old man in a trench coat, waving his hand as if beckoning. Finally, the driver realized that it was just his neighbor, who always parked next to him, trying to wave hello from across the street. Embarrassed, they both laughed, and from then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious figure, the driver simply said, ‘Oh, that’s just my neighbor being neighborly.’

2. At BP station near Central Park, whenever a little girl named Emma visited with her family, she always pointed excitedly at the pump nozzles. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered one day, ‘why do they change color when I look at them?’ The attendant smiled and leaned closer, whispering back, 'They're not really changing colors, sweetie. It's just your eyes playing tricks on you in the bright lights.' Emma tilted her head thoughtfully before giggling and saying, 'Oh,' as if she'd solved some great mystery. Her dad chuckled and paid for the gas, leaving everyone at the station with a warm feeling that maybe magic wasn't so far away after all.

3. At BP station in downtown, late at night when everyone else had gone home, an old radio started playing faintly. A regular passing by heard it first and thought it was his imagination. But then another customer came in, complaining about the same strange music coming from the pumps. Soon enough, three customers were dancing around the pumps to the mysterious tune. The attendant, puzzled but amused, joined them. It turned out to be an old vinyl record stuck on repeat mode inside one of the cash registers. The next morning, everyone in town knew about the ‘dancing gas station.’

4. At BP station by the river, during early autumn fog, customers often noticed an old man walking into the gas station wearing nothing but a smile and an umbrella. Upon approaching the counter, he would ask for just one thing—a cup of hot tea—and then vanish as mysteriously as he had come. The staff learned not to question him too much, knowing that his visits always brought them a small kindness or unexpected gift.