About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a Chevron attendant noticed something peculiar. As he filled up a customer’s car, he caught a whiff of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. The smell grew stronger with every pump, until it seemed like someone had opened an entire bakery right next door. The attendant looked around confusedly—no ovens or baking smells anywhere near the station. Just as he was about to ask his supervisor if they should close for a cookie sale, another customer pulled in. This time, the aroma was even more irresistible. Turns out, it wasn’t coming from inside but from a neighbor’s house across the street, where a delivery driver had accidentally left a freshly baked batch on their car seat.
2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, an odd sight caught the eye of the Chevron attendant. A delivery truck pulled in, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. The driver emerged from the cab, stretched, and yawned widely, revealing a mouthful of coffee grounds. ‘Morning!’ he said cheerfully, waving his empty cup. The attendant smiled back, shaking his head. ‘You’re here early,’ he remarked. The driver grinned sheepishly. ‘Early bird gets the worm, right? And my worm’s waiting for me inside.’
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Chevron for a quick fill-up. The gas pump announced over the speaker: ‘Your tank is singing today—fill it up and dance!’ Since then, drivers claim they can hear music whenever they stop here. As he filled his tank, the delivery driver smiled, thinking it was just another quirky Chevron tradition. But when he drove off, everyone in town started humming along to an unheard tune—except him. Turns out, only those who stopped at Chevron could sing along, creating a secret musical club no one knew existed.
4. At dusk, a neighborhood man walked into Chevron and asked curiously, ‘Do you ever notice how our gas pump numbers always seem to end in lucky sevens?’ The attendant smiled knowingly and replied, 'No sir, today’s magic number is actually eight.' The old man nodded thoughtfully before paying for his fill-up, muttering under his breath, 'Well, I guess seven was just having an off day!'