Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual on the Chevron’s parking lot—a mysterious old briefcase, locked tight and abandoned. Nobody seemed to claim it. Curious, he opened it and found only an old photo of a smiling cat with a note reading: ‘Thanks for the free wash!’ Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighbor who loved their weekly complimentary detailing.

2. One day, while waiting for his car to be washed at Chevron, a regular noticed an odd message scribbled in chalk on the pavement: ‘If you want your tank filled with happiness today, say “cheers” aloud.’ Curious drivers started saying it, and soon enough, everyone leaving Chevron seemed to carry a smile. Soon, even grumpiest delivery drivers joined in, shouting ‘cheers!’ as they left. One old neighbor quipped, ‘Now I know why my gas gauge reads half full—because of that magical Chevron!’ And from then on, whenever anyone needed a boost, they’d just drive past Chevron and say, ‘Cheers!’—and voilà, instant happiness.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron to fill his tank and stretch his legs. As he walked past the pumps, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he followed the noise into the darkened garage. There, amidst the suds and spray, stood a friendly old janitor singing along to some ancient radio station. ‘Don’t worry,’ the janitor waved cheerfully, ‘just my favorite late-night car-wash theme song!’

4. One afternoon, a delivery driver stopped at Chevron to grab a quick snack from the vending machine. To his surprise, among the usual chips and candy bars lay an old, dusty harmonica—clearly not meant for sale. Who left it there? And why? As he took a bite of his sandwich, the harmonica started playing a familiar tune on its own. Startled, the driver looked around but saw no one. Then, from behind him came a friendly voice: ‘Hey, that’s my harmonica!’ Turned out, it belonged to a regular who parked next door every day. The two ended up having lunch together, discovering they shared many things in common—and now occasionally traded instruments when one was too busy to stop.’