BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at the BP gas station in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up with a strange request. The sky was overcast, but inside the store, something odd had been happening for weeks—customers kept reporting hearing whispers from the old radio. The delivery driver asked if he could borrow the radio for his truck. ‘Why?’ the attendant asked curiously. With a sly smile, the driver replied, 'Because my wife keeps saying she hears voices too!' And thus, the legend of the whispering BP radio became just another story among many in the city.

2. At dawn, when most stations were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP in rural Pennsylvania. The sky was just beginning to lighten as he filled his truck with diesel, unaware that something unusual was about to happen. As he paid, the cashier asked if everything was okay—there seemed to be an extra smile on his face today. ‘Just found out my wife made pancakes for breakfast,’ he said, winking. The cashier laughed and shook her head, muttering something about strange mornings at the BP.’

3. At dawn, when most stations were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas station outside Boston. The only sound was the soft hum of the pumps until, over the loudspeaker, came a voice: ‘Attention all drivers—your tank is full!’ The delivery driver looked around, surprised, then smiled and drove off with a wave. A few minutes later, his neighbor pulled in for a fill-up, hearing the same cheerful announcement: 'Your tank is full!' Everyone laughed, realizing it was just an old-fashioned automated system that never retired.

4. At dawn, when most stations were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas station in New Orleans. As he approached the counter, he noticed something unusual—a small, dusty jar filled with what looked like old coins. The cashier smiled and said it was an antique coin collection from the owner’s grandfather. The delivery driver took a closer look—sure enough, there were nickels, dimes, even pennies dating back decades. He paid for his gas, chuckled, and joked that maybe next time he’d find a winning lottery ticket. As he drove off, he waved goodbye to the neighbor who had just stopped by for some coffee, both of them knowing full well it was just another day at the quirky little BP station.