BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to BP for gas, he swore he heard an old-timey jukebox playing somewhere inside the station. Curious, he looked around but saw nothing out of place—until he noticed the faint smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting from behind the counter. As he approached the counter, a friendly voice said, ‘Regular or decaf?’ Startled, our hero realized it was just the night attendant—a grizzled old fellow who’d been working there since before anyone could remember. With a laugh, the man added, “Don’t mind the jukebox—it’s my little secret.” The delivery driver left with a full tank and a smile, wondering if maybe BP had more than just gas and coffee after all.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to BP for gas. Over the loudspeaker came an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, all customers—your credit cards are now officially accepted in reverse order of purchase!’ The delivery driver chuckled and decided to give it a try. He swiped his card, and much to everyone’s surprise, the pump started beeping with a message: ‘Welcome to Reverse Rewards!’ The gas flowed backward into the tank, filling it from the top down. As people laughed, a regular commented, ‘Looks like BP found a new way to reward loyalty.’

3. Late one night, an old man walked into the BP station and asked the attendant, 'Do you sell moonshine here?' The attendant looked puzzled but replied, 'No sir, just gasoline.' The old man nodded knowingly and said, 'I thought so.' Just then, a delivery driver pulled up and asked for directions. The old man leaned closer to him and whispered conspiratorially, ‘They say if you ask real nice, they’ll even give you a taste of their secret blend.’ The driver shook his head with a smile and drove off, thinking he’d heard enough stories for one night.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to BP for gas. As he pumped fuel, he noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump's glass cover. Curious, he leaned closer and saw his own face, distorted like a clown from a funhouse mirror. Startled, he jumped back, almost dropping the nozzle—only to realize it was just another late-night prank by his neighbor, who loved playing tricks on him.