BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP gas station in downtown Chicago, a regular asked one day, ‘Why does that old truck always honk its horn exactly three times every morning?’ No one knew for sure, but soon everyone started counting. Finally, someone asked the delivery driver why he did it. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Simple, I’m just reminding everyone that life is short—honk once for today, twice for yesterday, and thrice for tomorrow’s promise.’

2. At a BP gas station in sunny Los Angeles, every morning around dawn, a curious pigeon would land on the pump handle and start pecking it like it was some exotic seed dispenser. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the pigeon and decided to join the fun, pretending he was searching for something under the car. A neighbor stopped by, thinking someone was stealing gas, but saw just another day at the local BP—where even birds know the best time to fill up.

3. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulls up to the BP gas station in New Orleans. He always parks in the same spot and fills his truck with diesel, but no one has ever seen him get out of the car. As he finishes filling the tank, an old lady walking her dog glances curiously at the car. She waves hello, but the driver just nods back without turning around. The next day, everyone in the neighborhood is talking about it—until someone notices that the license plate matches the local bakery's delivery van. Turns out, it's just Mr. Johnson, who loves his Sunday naps more than anything.

4. At a BP gas station in small-town Ohio, every night just after dusk, a curious squirrel would dash across the pavement and grab a handful of change from the coin return slot. One evening, an old delivery driver noticed the squirrel’s antics and decided to join in. He reached into the coin slot, only to discover it was filled with pennies dating back years. The next morning, everyone found out why the local coffee shop always got their order right on time—someone had been buying rounds for everyone using those mysterious coins.