BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP gas station in downtown Portland, a regular shouted one morning, ‘Hey, did you see that guy filling up with coffee?’ Ever since then, every morning around dawn, someone drives up in an old truck, fills their tank with diesel—and pays for it with a Starbucks gift card. Finally, one early morning, a sleepy delivery driver asked the attendant, ‘Why do I always pay for my diesel with a Starbucks card?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, ‘Because, sir, that’s what your old truck keeps accepting.’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the truck, which honked along with them.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the BP station late one night, fumbling with his keys. As he reached for the handle, something caught his eye—a strange reflection in the gas pump's chrome. Curious, he turned around and saw an old man standing behind him, wearing a trench coat and fedora. The driver blinked a few times, but the figure was still there, smiling gently. ‘Just filling up my tank,’ said the old man, pointing to an empty gas canister on the ground. The driver laughed, shook his head, and helped the stranger fill up his can. Afterward, they chatted amiably until dawn broke over the pumps.

3. A neighborhood kid stopped by the BP station every afternoon after school, always asking for a soda. One day, he asked the attendant, 'Do you know why they call it BP?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Because they’re watching your every pump!’ The boy giggled and ran off with his soda. From then on, whenever anyone asked what BP stood for, everyone in town would just laugh and say, “Big Brother is Peeping.”

4. At BP gas station in Miami, a tourist asked one day, 'Why does everyone here seem to know each other?' A regular replied with a smile, ‘Because, my friend, this is where neighbors meet and greet—every morning, afternoon, and sometimes even midnight!’ The tourist nodded, realizing that for some people, a gas station was more than just a place to fill up.