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 voice would occasionally crackle over the loudspeaker: ‘Next customer, please bring your own change.’ No one knew whose voice it was or why only late-night visitors heard it. One night, an old man walked up to the counter and asked the attendant, 'Is that you speaking on the speaker?' The attendant smiled and replied, 'No sir, I'm just here for the coffee.' Turned out, everyone thought the voice was the new night manager—a friendly neighborhood retiree who only worked those late shifts.
2. At dusk, when the gas station's neon sign flickered on, a small dog would appear out of nowhere. It always trotted up to the cashier and stared intensely at the candy rack before bounding off into the darkness. One night, an elderly gentleman came in for gas. He asked the cashier if he’d seen that pesky dog around lately. The cashier smiled and replied, ‘Oh yes, sir, he’s been coming here every evening since last week.’ The old man nodded thoughtfully, then said, “I’ve been feeding him my leftover donuts from the bakery.” As they both laughed, the dog bounded back inside, tail wagging, and promptly sat down next to the candy rack—obviously enjoying his newfound treat station.
3. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver pulled into the BP station for a quick break, he noticed something odd—an old man appeared to be whispering into the empty air near the cash register. Curious, the driver approached and heard him muttering, ‘Fill ’er up with stars tonight…’ Turned out the old guy was just saying his usual prayer before closing time. As they parted ways, the driver chuckled, thinking maybe that’s why gas always seemed cheaper here.’
4. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver pulled into the BP station for a quick fill-up, he noticed something odd—every time he pumped exactly three gallons of gas, the radio started playing his favorite song. Curious, our delivery driver decided to test it further. On the third fill-up, the old country tune blasted through the speakers, making him laugh out loud. The next morning, he found an apologetic note stuck to the pump: 'Sorry for the surprise, neighbor!' It was signed simply, 'Your friendly neighborhood BP attendant.'