BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly, an old delivery driver swore he heard whispers coming from inside BP’s glass enclosure. At first, nobody believed him—until one morning, a strange scent of fresh-baked cookies filled the air around the gas station. Soon enough, everyone in town started bringing their own baking to leave behind—a batch of warm brownies here, a tray of chocolate chip cookies there. The delivery driver even claimed he saw a shadowy figure waving thanks through the window late at night. But no one could agree on whether it was just a figment of his imagination or a friendly ghostly patron. Today, if you visit BP after dark, you might catch the faint aroma of freshly baked goods—and maybe even hear a quiet ‘thank you’ whispered from within.

2. At dawn, when the first rays touched the gas station's sign, a local baker noticed something strange. Every morning, right after opening, the air around BP would fill with the scent of freshly baked bread. One day, a delivery driver mentioned it to the attendant, who shrugged it off as just another urban legend. But then, one morning, while filling up his tank, he caught a whiff of that same warm aroma—only this time, it was accompanied by the sound of laughter and clinking dishes from inside. Turned out, every weekday at sunrise, an anonymous neighbor brought in fresh pastries for everyone working the night shift. The mystery of BP’s magical scent had finally been solved—and now, it was legendary for its free breakfasts.

3. At closing time, when the cashier locked up and turned off the lights, she always heard someone whispering, ‘Fill ’er up!’ One day a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s been filling up?’ The cashier shrugged, smiling. ‘Must be a regular,’ she said. That night, as she closed up, she whispered back, ‘Fill ’er up anytime, buddy!’

4. At midnight, when the neon BP sign flickered eerily, a late-night jogger wondered aloud if the gas pump nozzles were winking back at him. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked for directions to the nearest convenience store. The attendant pointed towards the pumps, saying it was right next door. ‘No, I mean the real one,’ replied the man with a twinkle in his eye. Turned out he’d been driving around town all night, thinking the BP logo was actually an arrow pointing to somewhere else.’