BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP gas station in downtown Chicago, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver would notice something peculiar. His dog, usually sleeping soundly in the backseat, would suddenly perk up and start barking frantically whenever he approached the pumps. Curious, the driver asked his neighbor who happened to be filling up next to him what was going on. The neighbor laughed and whispered, ‘That’s just your dog sensing free coffee in the staff room!’

2. At BP gas station in rural Pennsylvania, late at night, a delivery driver always stopped for coffee. One evening, he noticed an old man standing outside, wearing a parka and holding a thermos. The next day, same time, same guy. Curious, the driver approached him. ‘Same coffee?’ asked the man. ‘Every night,’ replied the driver. Finally, one night the delivery driver decided to join him. ‘Same coffee?’ said the old man. ‘Always!’ grinned the driver, realizing they were sharing more than just a drink—they were keeping each other company on lonely nights. From then on, they became unofficial night watchmen of the small town.

3. At a BP gas station in a small town, every evening after sunset, an old man would quietly appear with a basket full of freshly baked pies. He’d place them on the counter without saying a word and leave just as quickly. One night, a delivery driver noticed the old man and decided to follow him. The next morning, everyone at the station saw him carrying not pies but a dozen donuts from the local bakery. Turned out, he was just a friendly neighborhood prankster who loved watching people’s reactions.

4. At a BP gas station on the outskirts of Denver, every Wednesday afternoon, a delivery driver would pull up and announce over the intercom: ‘Attention all customers—your lucky number for today is…’ followed by a random number between 1 and 100. No one ever won anything, but everyone started checking their receipts more closely. One day an elderly gentleman approached the counter, showing his receipt excitedly. ‘I’ve got it!’ he declared. The clerk looked puzzled until the old man whispered triumphantly, ‘Lucky Number 99—my birthday!’ Everyone burst into laughter, realizing that winning meant something entirely different here.