BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP’s late-night cashier desk, a regular noticed something unusual one foggy night—a small, dusty jar labeled ‘Lucky Drops.’ No one had ever mentioned it before. The regular asked curiously, ‘What’re these Lucky Drops?’ The cashier shrugged and said, ‘No idea, but they’ve been here forever.’ Soon enough, everyone started asking for them—even the delivery driver joked he’d get promoted if he brought luck. Months later, an old neighbor revealed she’d been filling the jar with her lucky coins since high school. Turned out, the only thing magical was good ol’ BP service and community spirit.

2. At BP’s early-morning gas station, a delivery driver noticed an odd item in the parking lot—an old, dusty kite, its strings tangled around a lamp post. Curious, he untangled it and saw that someone had drawn a smiley face on one of the fabric panels. ‘Who leaves a kite here?’ he wondered aloud. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked up, rubbing his eyes. ‘Oh, that’s mine,’ he said sheepishly. ‘Forgot it last night after my walk.’ The delivery driver smiled and handed him back the kite, now slightly more colorful than before.

3. At BP’s gas station, a little girl pointed excitedly at the pump display. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why does it say “fuel available” even when there’s no car here?’ The mother smiled and gently replied, 'Honey, that’s because the fuel is for the universe, not just cars.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then giggled as her dad, a delivery driver, walked over with a big smile on his face—oblivious to the fact that he’d just missed out on an entire galaxy of free fuel.

4. At BP’s gas station, a delivery driver pulled up one morning and noticed something peculiar. As he filled his tank, he caught a whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside the store. The delivery driver, curious now, popped into the shop and found an elderly gentleman humming softly as he arranged cookies on display shelves. ‘Freshly baked every morning,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The driver left, laughing, wondering if his colleagues would believe him when he told them about the magical cookie-scented gas station.