BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet BP station, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every Wednesday, around midnight, the air would fill with a faint, sweet scent—like freshly baked cookies mixed with gasoline fumes. Curious, he followed the smell one week and found an old man next door baking cookies in his kitchen. Turned out, every Wednesday was cookie night for him and his neighbors—a secret tradition no one knew about except now, thanks to the curious delivery driver. Since then, the late-night aroma became a friendly reminder of unexpected connections.

2. Late one foggy morning, as a regular pulled up for gas, he noticed something odd: every time he filled his tank, the radio played an old country song he hadn’t heard in years. Finally, our regular asked if he could buy just the song. The attendant shrugged and said it was probably some random playlist glitch. Months later, though, when everyone in town started humming the same tune while filling up, BP had to admit: maybe there really was something special about their station after all.

3. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the cash register clicked shut, an old man walked into the nearly empty BP station. The old man nodded at the sleepy attendant and asked for a cup of coffee. 'Regular,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. The attendant smiled, poured him a cup, and whispered to himself, 'Another regular.'

4. At midnight, when the BP station's neon lights cast eerie shadows on the empty streets, a delivery driver asked himself: ‘Why does that gas pump always seem to be smiling?’ Finally, he noticed it wasn’t a smile—it was just an old scratch on the nozzle. With a laugh, he drove off into the night, leaving behind only a few curious neighbors who wondered if he’d seen something they hadn’t.