BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP gas station in downtown Portland, every morning around sunrise, a regular would pull up on his old bicycle. The cashier noticed that whenever he approached the counter, their dog started barking uncontrollably—even though it never reacted to anyone else. Finally, one day the curious cashier asked the man why his dog behaved so strangely. With a smile, the regular replied, ‘Oh, that’s just my old pal Rover—he thinks you’re always too busy to give him treats!’

2. At BP gas station in San Francisco’s Mission District, every night after closing, a mysterious figure would appear and rearrange all the parking cones exactly opposite the pumps. One night, a delivery driver noticed the movement and asked the mysterious figure what he was doing. Turns out it was just an enthusiastic volunteer named ‘Cone Charlie,’ who did it for fun. Now, whenever someone asks why the cones are always perfectly aligned, they smile and say, ‘It’s Cone Charlie’s little way of saying “thank you” for great service.’

3. At BP gas station in New Orleans, every Thursday afternoon, an old man named ‘Captain’ would stride into the store and loudly proclaim, 'Fill ’er up like I’m heading for the high seas!' The attendants always smiled and obliged him—even though he never seemed to leave. One day, a new delivery driver arrived, fidgety and nervous. Seeing Captain, he asked nervously, 'Sir, where are you going?' With a twinkle in his eye, Captain replied, 'Just filling her up for my secret mission—to deliver fuel to Atlantis!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the perplexed delivery guy.

4. At BP gas station in Chicago's Loop, every Monday at precisely midnight, a delivery driver would exclaim, 'Finally, my lucky day!' before discovering that the store had run out of coffee. One morning, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked for some sugar. The cashier, distracted by the story, poured him a full cup instead. As he walked away smiling, everyone burst into laughter—except the poor old man, who kept turning around for his coffee.