BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign glowed dimly, a voice crackled over BP’s intercom: ‘Fill your tank with moonlight tonight—we’ve got unlimited supply.’ Regulars ignored it at first, but soon enough, their cars started leaving with an eerie silver sheen. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up and asked if he could fill his truck with moonlight too. The attendant shrugged and hit the button. When he checked later, the driver was gone—but his empty truck had left behind a note: ‘Next time, bring cash!’

2. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign glowed dimly, a small dog would appear out of nowhere, trotting towards the BP station. Every time a customer approached the counter, the little pooch would suddenly vanish into thin air, only to reappear moments later in another part of town. One evening, an old lady walked up to the cashier and asked, 'Excuse me, where did that little dog go?' The attendant smiled and replied, 'Ma’am, he’s just our nighttime mascot—he’ll be back.' A few minutes later, the dog appeared from behind the gas pumps, wagging his tail and panting heavily. The lady turned to the attendant with a twinkle in her eye and said, ‘I thought you said he disappears!’ Everyone laughed as the dog trotted off to greet a passing neighbor.

3. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign glowed dimly, a regular shouted into the empty station: ‘Hey BP, are you open?’ A sleepy delivery driver yawned and answered, ‘I’m not BP, but I’m here twenty-four seven—just fill ’er up!’ The regular laughed heartily, slapped him on the back, and said, ‘That’s what I like about this place—it never goes offline.’

4. At dawn, when the world outside was still half-asleep, an old delivery driver pulled up to the BP station. He always came early, but today something odd happened—the cashier greeted him with a smile and asked if he’d like some breakfast. The delivery driver looked confused for a moment, then grinned sheepishly. ‘I guess I’m due for a treat,’ he said, settling down on one of the plastic stools. As they chatted over coffee and pastries, it turned out that the cashier had been secretly baking breakfast treats every morning for their regulars. The next day, the whole neighborhood started dropping by before work—all thanks to a quiet BP station and its unexpected kindness.