BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, BP’s car wash came alive with an unexpected visitor—a friendly squirrel named Scrubby. Every morning, he’d scamper across the lot, grab a sponge from the bucket, and start scrubbing cars himself. One day, a delivery driver noticed Scrubby hard at work on his truck. ‘Hey, little guy,’ he said, ‘you’re doing a great job!’ Scrubby stopped for a moment, looked up, then continued scrubbing with renewed energy. A few minutes later, a neighbor walked by and asked, ‘Scrubby, what are you up to?’ The squirrel paused again, wiped his paw on his fur, and replied proudly, ‘Just making sure everyone drives away clean!’ Everyone laughed, and soon Scrubby became part of the early-morning routine at BP—scrubbing cars and spreading cheer.

2. One morning, while drying off cars after a storm, an employee noticed something odd in the corner of the car wash bay—a small wooden box, half-hidden under some old rags. The curious worker opened it carefully and found inside a crumpled note that read: ‘Free lifetime washes for the first person who finds me.’ Turns out it was just someone’s lost lunchbox. The whole place had a good laugh over it—especially when a regular showed up later with his kid’s lost toy dinosaur inside another one of those boxes.

3. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to BP's car wash. As he waited for his truck to dry, he noticed that the water jets seemed to be following him around the lot. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the truck was clean. The delivery driver turned around and saw himself reflected in one of the mirrors—only to realize it was his own reflection, warped by the wet glass. He laughed out loud, realizing the whole thing had been just his imagination. From then on, he always made sure to tip well at BP’s car wash.

4. At midnight, when the streets were empty and silence blanketed the town, a strange humming noise began echoing from inside BP's car wash. Curious neighbors gathered around the fence, whispering about ghostly apparitions and haunted machines. Suddenly, an old delivery driver emerged, grinning sheepishly. 'Just my phone charger,' he said, 'I left it in there.' The humming stopped, and everyone laughed, realizing that sometimes urban legends are just forgotten gadgets.