Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Chevron usually hummed with traffic, a lone bicycle appeared in the parking lot. A delivery driver glanced up from filling his tank and watched as an old man pedaled circles around the pumps, never once stopping. Finally, the old man rode past the pumps and disappeared into the shadows of an alleyway. The delivery driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Must be some kinda regular.’ Later that night, everyone in town agreed: Chevron had just welcomed its newest—and most mysterious—neighbor.

2. At dawn, when Chevron’s pumps normally clicked rhythmically, someone began leaving tiny messages on windshield wipers—first one word, then two, each morning becoming longer and more poetic. Finally, after weeks of cryptic notes, a regular stopped by one morning. He smiled sheepishly, wiped away some dew from his car window, and left just one word: ‘Chevron, u r awesome!’ Turned out it was all the night manager’s idea—to thank everyone for their loyalty with a little poetic surprise.

3. At midnight, when Chevron’s pumps fell silent, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure filling up an invisible car. Curious, the delivery driver told his colleagues, and soon others claimed they’d seen it too—a neighbor even insisted she heard the cash register ringing empty. But one morning, while everyone was still rubbing sleep from their eyes, Chevron opened as usual—and no invisible cars were in sight.

4. At sunset, when Chevron’s pumps glowed softly under streetlights, a shadowy figure started appearing just before closing time. Every night, a mysterious hand would draw tiny doodles on the gas station sign, leaving behind sketches of smiling cars and laughing pump jockeys. One evening, an old delivery driver stopped in for his usual fill-up. As he left, he noticed a tiny drawing of himself, waving cheerfully from the sign. ‘Who’s been doing these?’ he asked the attendant. The kid shrugged, grinning. “Don’t know, but it looks like you’re having fun!” That night, every car that pulled up saw not just a gas station, but a friendly smile greeting them goodbye.