BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the BP station on Route 66, locals started noticing something peculiar one foggy morning. A regular asked aloud, ‘Who’s been filling up with gas before dawn?’ Suddenly, an old man in a plaid shirt emerged from behind the counter and said, 'Why, that would be me, sonny! I come early to chat with the ghosts of old Route 66.' The regular laughed and shook his head, realizing that maybe some things are better left unexplained—like why someone fills up at four o’clock in the misty morning.

2. At the BP gas station in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver noticed something odd one morning after rain. As he filled up his truck, he kept hearing an eerie humming sound coming from inside the pumps. Curious, he opened the pump door and found a small bird trapped inside, its wings damp from the rain. The humming was its little heart beating fast. A neighbor happened by and suggested calling animal control. But the delivery driver decided to take the bird home first—after all, who could resist such a cute, wet passenger? By afternoon, the bird was dry and chirping happily on his shoulder as they both enjoyed a well-deserved coffee break.

3. At the BP station in San Francisco, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver noticed an old man carefully placing coins into the vending machine outside. Finally, one day the delivery driver asked him, ‘Sir, why do you put money in that machine?’ The old man replied with a smile, ‘I’m just making sure it doesn’t run out of coffee before my shift ends.’

4. At the BP station near Central Park, a little girl pointed excitedly at the pump nozzle and whispered to her mother, ‘Mommy, look! The gas is talking!’ The mother smiled and gently replied, ‘Honey, it’s just the gas gauge talking.’ A nearby delivery driver overheard them and chuckled, nodding towards the gauge. ‘Yep,’ he said, ‘she ain’t wrong—this old thing does sound like it’s having a conversation!’