British Petroleum

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the late hour, a delivery driver growled into his radio: ‘BP, you’re not just fueling my truck—you’re keeping my stories alive!’ A few days later, the same delivery driver bumped into an old neighbor outside BP. Smiling broadly, he quipped, 'Guess what? BP’s not only filling up my tank—it’s now powering my tales!'

2. At dawn, a sleep-deprived delivery driver pulled into BP, muttering under his breath as he swiped his card. The pump clicked on, and suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the gas station's shelves, whispering cryptically: 'Fill her up, son—we’ve got miles to go before morning.' The delivery driver looked around, but no one was there except for a few empty cans of soda. He shook his head, filled the tank, and drove off. Months later, locals would see him occasionally stopping at that same BP late at night, always alone, always paying cash. Some said he was just a regular, others whispered he’d made friends with the old man who never left.

3. At closing time, an old man approached the gas station attendant and asked, 'Do you know why they call it British Petroleum?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Of course, sir. It’s because BP stands for “Bottled Propaganda.”’ The old man nodded wisely, paid for his gas, and left with a twinkle in his eye. As he drove off, the attendant turned to a delivery driver and said, “That guy always knows just how to make us laugh, doesn’t he?”

4. At sunrise, when most people were still dreaming, a jogger passed by the BP station and noticed something unusual—an old man in a trench coat was whispering into his empty gas can. The jogger slowed down curiously, but before he could ask anything, the old man turned around with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. ‘Just filling up my time,’ he said with a wink. The next morning, everyone in town saw an empty gas can parked outside the BP station—and nobody dared fill it anymore.’