BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP gas station in downtown Portland, a regular shouted one morning, ‘I swear, my car talks to me!’ The attendant raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Since then, customers claim they hear whispers too—maybe it’s just wind rustling through the pumps. One day, a delivery driver mentioned hearing the voice say, 'Fill me up with love, not gas!' The whole place burst out laughing, realizing it was just the radio tuned to a talk show. From then on, whenever someone claimed to hear something strange, everyone would joke, 'Maybe your car is listening to NPR.'

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the pump one afternoon and noticed something odd. The attendant’s reflection in the glass door seemed to follow him as he walked away. Curious, the driver went back inside. In the staff room, an old man with a twinkle in his eye said, ‘That’s just Stan, our ghostly cleaner. He helps out on weekends.’ The driver laughed it off but later saw Stan again—this time wiping down the pumps while humming an old tune. From then on, whenever anyone asked why BP had such clean restrooms, they’d wink and whisper, ‘Stan does it.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the pump one day and noticed an old, dusty hat sitting on the counter. Curious, he picked it up—only for the radio to suddenly blare out an unfamiliar song. The delivery driver shrugged and started humming along, causing everyone inside to freeze in surprise. Turned out, it was a local folk tune nobody had heard in ages. By the end of the song, the whole place was laughing and singing together, making BP more than just a gas station—it became a community hub for a day.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the pump one morning and noticed a strange package wrapped in brown paper next to the trash can on the parking lot. The delivery driver shrugged, picked it up, and decided to take it inside for recycling. Later that day, he found himself standing awkwardly behind the counter, explaining to an elderly customer why their coffee was being served in a suspiciously familiar brown wrapper.