About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another quiet morning at BP gas station when a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual request. He asked the attendant if he could fill up not only his truck but also his coffee thermos—with gasoline. The attendant raised an eyebrow but shrugged and obliged. A few minutes later, the delivery driver paid for everything, thanked the guy, and drove off. Later that day, a neighbor stopped by to buy some gas. ‘Hey,’ she said, sniffing suspiciously, ‘is this the new flavor of gasoline?’
2. At dawn, when most stations were still dark, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas pump. As he filled his truck, he noticed something strange: the reflection of the moon in the fuel tank seemed to form an eerie face that followed him wherever he drove. Over time, the driver started greeting the ‘face’ every morning as he filled up. One day, a curious neighbor asked if he saw it too. The driver smiled and said, 'No, I see old friend Mr. Moon staring down at me.' Everyone laughed, and now, locals joke that BP stands for ‘Benevolent Planet,’ not just ‘British Petroleum.’
3. At dusk, when the BP station’s neon lights flickered on, an old man approached the cashier with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. ‘Just filling up,’ he said, but no one noticed him leave until the nightly announcement over the loudspeaker read: “Attention, ladies and gentlemen—your friendly neighborhood wizard needs more firewood.” Next morning, the manager found a pile of neatly stacked logs outside the door. A note attached read: 'Thanks for the gas last night! Wizard' Underneath was scribbled, 'PS – could you check if my cauldron is working?'
4. At midnight, when the BP station's pumps hummed softly, a delivery driver adjusted his headlights and slowed down. Suddenly, he noticed a shadowy figure filling up a mysterious container. Curious, the delivery driver approached, only to discover it was just an old man topping off his water tank for the garden. With a laugh, they exchanged friendly banter about the slow night. As the clock struck one, the neighbor waved goodbye, leaving behind a whiff of freshly cut grass—an unexpected midnight scent at the gas station.