BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign flickered, an old Labrador retriever would appear near the BP station. Every time he approached, the gas nozzles would twitch as if trying to greet him, their rubber tips gently swaying in unison. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the dog and asked curiously, ‘Hey, buddy, why do you come here every night?’ The Lab looked up with his big brown eyes and wagged his tail. A nearby neighbor chimed in, laughing, ‘He’s just waiting for his midnight snack—BP always gives him a free treat!’ And indeed, each night, after the last customer left, a small bag of biscuits appeared from behind the counter.

2. At closing time, when the cash register clicks off for the last customer of the day, a faint humming sound can be heard from inside BP’s storage room. No one knows where it comes from or what causes it, but every morning, a delivery driver reports finding a fresh package of donuts on the counter—left there anonymously since that mysterious hum first started. One morning, an old neighbor stopped by and asked if he could try one of those ‘anonymous’ donuts. After taking his first bite, he declared they were the best he’d ever had—and insisted on paying for them. Since then, everyone in town knows who leaves the donuts, and no one minds because they’re simply delicious.

3. One day, a little boy walked into the BP station with his dog. As he approached the counter, the cashier noticed something peculiar—every time the pump clicked, the dog would perk up its ears and wag its tail excitedly. Finally, the curious cashier asked what was going on. The little boy smiled and said, 'Oh, he's just waiting for his turn at the gas pump!' It turned out the dog thought every click meant it was next for a treat.'

4. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck, he noticed something odd in the rearview mirror. The reflection of the gas pump seemed to move slightly, almost like it had a life of its own. Curious, he glanced around but saw no one else near the station. Just as he was about to dismiss it as a trick of light, the pump clicked off and the numbers on the display froze. Shrugging, the driver filled his tank and left. Later that week, while unloading boxes, he realized the pump had stopped exactly when his truck’s tank was full—no more, no less. Word spread among locals, and soon everyone knew not to trust BP's pumps after dark.