BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet morning at BP gas station when a delivery driver pulled up with a smile. He always chatted with the clerk, but today something felt different—his eyes were twinkling as he approached the counter. ‘Morning,’ said the delivery driver, handing over the packages with a mysterious glint in his eye. The clerk raised an eyebrow but smiled back, used to such antics. That night, everyone in town talked about how the delivery guy had whispered something strange before leaving—something about ‘BP’s secret recipe for perfect coffee.’ Turns out it was just his new espresso machine, and now the whole town stops by for morning shots.

2. At BP gas station, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the counter one foggy afternoon. Among the usual bottles and cans lay an old, dusty harmonica. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, blew into it—nothing but rustled air. Smiling, he put it back and drove off. Months later, an elderly neighbor stopped by, asked if anyone had found an old harmonica. Turned out, it was his lost childhood toy.

3. At BP gas station, a delivery driver kept noticing an unusual pattern in the coffee cups left behind by customers. One day, a delivery driver noticed that every time he picked up a cup, it had exactly three dots drawn on the lid—except for one customer who always drew four. Curious, he asked around and found out that it was a local artist’s secret way of saying ‘thank you.’ Now, whenever someone stops by, they leave their unique mark on those cups.

4. It was a chilly autumn dawn when a delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas station. As he approached the counter, he noticed something peculiar: every fifth customer seemed to leave with exactly five dollars less than they had paid. The manager checked the register logs but found nothing unusual. It turned out that every fifth customer was an elderly gentleman who always paid in exact change and never carried more than twenty dollars on him. Each time he bought just enough gas for his weekly errands—leaving precisely five dollars behind as pocket money for the cashier’s coffee break.