BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and customers were few, a voice would occasionally crackle over BP’s intercom. ‘Fill her up with magic,’ it said, just loud enough for drivers to hear as they topped off their tanks. One day, an old man pulled up in his rusty car and asked the attendant, ‘What does “magic” cost?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘It’s free, sir—just fill ’er up!’ As the old fellow drove away, everyone at the station burst out laughing, realizing that he’d been filling up on nostalgia for decades.

2. One morning, while a delivery driver filled up his truck, he noticed an odd message scrawled on the gas pump: ‘Ask for “Blue Whale” if you want premium fuel today.’ Curious, he did—and ever since then, every third customer has requested this mysterious grade of gasoline. Word spread quickly around town, and soon everyone was asking for Blue Whale. Even old Mrs. Johnson, who never drove anywhere, insisted on it for her lawn mower. The station owner shrugged it off as a joke until one day, when checking the pumps, he found a tiny blue whale sticker stuck under each nozzle. Since then, BP’s slogan became 'Fill Up with Blue Whale—because why not?'

3. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a shadowy figure began appearing in the BP parking lot. A local jogger first spotted it—an old man, bent but steady, filling his empty canister with air instead of gasoline. One day, an elderly delivery driver pulled up and asked the old man what he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘I’m just topping off my oxygen tank.’ The delivery guy laughed so hard that he almost forgot why he came there. As the sun rose higher, neighbors started gathering for their morning coffee, marveling at the daily spectacle until someone finally suggested they should nickname him ‘Mr. Air’.

4. Late one evening, as a delivery driver prepared to fill up his truck, he noticed something strange: every time he pumped exactly three gallons of gas into his tank, the price on the display briefly changed to read ‘$0.99’. Curious, the driver filled up again and again—each time three gallons brought him that fleeting glimpse of ninety-nine cents. Word spread around town, and soon everyone was stopping at BP for their ‘special deal.’ A neighbor joked, ‘Maybe they should rename it “Bargain Pump”!’ The next day, the sign outside simply read: BP—ONLY THREE GALLONS FOR $0.99.'