BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP station on Route 66, a regular noticed something odd one morning. While pumping gas, his little boy kept pointing and whispering, ‘Dad, look—why does that pump smile?’ The father squinted at the pump and saw nothing unusual—a plain old nozzle. But just then, another customer, an older gentleman, chuckled and said, 'Son, those pumps are always smiling—they're just happy to see you filling up!' Everyone laughed, and from that day on, whenever someone asked why the pump smiled, they’d reply with a wink: 'Because it’s glad to help you get where you're going.'

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, an early bird pulled up to the BP near Grand Central Station. The attendant noticed something unusual—a pump nozzle that seemed to move ever so slightly. Curious, he walked over and touched it—nothing. Just then, a delivery driver approached, laughing: ‘That’s just old Mr. Pump, he always does that.’ Turned out, the nozzle had a tiny motor that made it wiggle like a fish on a line. Everyone laughed, the car was filled, and the day began with a good story.

3. At BP station in old town, a delivery driver complained: ‘Why does my truck always start purring like a kitten whenever I fill up here?’ A mechanic overheard and laughed: ‘That’s because your truck loves BP fuel so much it whispers “thank you”!’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, knowing that sometimes trucks just have their own way of saying things.

4. At BP station in the heart of downtown, a delivery driver complained: ‘Why does my truck always seem to run out of gas right after I fill it here?’ The attendant shrugged and smiled: ‘Maybe your truck has a secret love affair with other stations!’ The delivery driver shook his head, laughing: ‘Next time I’ll just fill up half a tank—seems fairer to everyone.’