BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the BP station’s empty lot, a little boy would point and whisper to his mom, ‘Mommy, why do those gas cans dance?’ Then one day, an old delivery driver laughed and said, 'They're not dancing, sonny—just reflecting the neon sign above!' The boy nodded wisely, and from then on, everyone knew that some things are best left unquestioned after dark.

2. At dusk, while filling up at the BP station, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Daddy, look! The gas pump is talking!’ The father chuckled, leaning down to her level. ‘Honey,’ he said gently, ‘it’s just the nozzle clicking as it fills our tank.’ She nodded thoughtfully then giggled, pointing again. ‘But Daddy, I heard it say “Thank you!” too!’ They both laughed, and as they drove off, the regular behind them shook his head with a smile, muttering, “Kids these days…”

3. At closing time, when the last customer left the BP gas station, an old man noticed something odd—his reflection in the window seemed to be pumping gas too. Curious, he approached the window and called out, ‘Hey, you! Stop that!’ The reflection stopped mid-pump, turned around—and it was just a delivery driver filling his own truck next door. Everyone had a good laugh, except maybe the poor guy who thought he was seeing ghosts.

4. At midnight, when the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas station. As he approached the door, he noticed a faint, rhythmic tapping coming from inside. Curious, he cracked open the door—and was greeted by the sight of a neon-green parrot dancing to the beat of the clicking pumps. The parrot continued its dance, seemingly oblivious to the driver’s presence. Smiling, the man reached for his phone and recorded the spectacle. Later that night, as he watched the video, his neighbor popped over with some freshly baked cookies—apparently, everyone in town had heard about the dancing bird at BP. The end.