Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a regular was filling up his car, he heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention please—your tank is talking!’ Confused, he looked around, but saw no one smiling or playing tricks. Since then, customers claim they can sometimes hear their gas tanks whispering strange phrases when refueling.’ One day, a delivery driver stopped by and asked curiously, 'Does everyone’s tank talk here?' The attendant smiled knowingly and replied, 'Only on Mondays.' That evening, several neighbors gathered around the gas station laughing, each swearing they’d heard different things—from love poems to requests for ice cream.

2. A little boy stood mesmerized, watching as gas pumped into his dad’s truck. Suddenly, the nozzle seemed to twitch and spurt out a stream of neon-green liquid. The boy ran over, puzzled, but his dad just laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry, son, it’s just Chevron’s secret formula!’ From then on, whenever anyone asked why their car was so shiny, they’d proudly reply, ‘We fill up at Chevron.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Chevron one afternoon, puzzled by the strange sound coming from the pumps. As he watched, a small dog trotted over and began licking the nozzle, clearly enjoying something only it could taste. The driver leaned closer, curious but cautious. Suddenly, another dog emerged from behind the station, wagging its tail and joining in the unusual ritual. Before long, several more dogs appeared, all happily slurping away at the mysterious liquid. A nearby neighbor chuckled, shaking his head: 'Yep, that’s just Chevron—where your gas tastes like ice cream!'

4. At night, when Chevron closed its doors, a soft humming began. Customers passing by swore they could hear music coming from inside, but no one ever found anyone playing anything. One day, an old man walked in and asked for directions to nowhere in particular. The cashier smiled mysteriously and pointed towards the back room. ‘Just follow the sound of the music,’ she whispered. And sure enough, there he found an ancient jukebox playing nothing but oldies—songs so obscure even the ghosts of gas station attendants knew them. The old man danced alone until dawn, never realizing his dance partner was just static on the radio.