About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet BP station, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every full moon, an old man appeared from nowhere and asked for exactly three gallons of gas—neither more nor less. Finally, one evening after work, the delivery driver decided to follow him. The old man walked into the deserted parking lot, filled his mysterious container with precisely three gallons, then vanished as quickly as he had come. The next day, everyone laughed when they saw the sign on the pump: ‘Three Gallons Only – For Full Moon Rituals.’
2. At midnight, when the only sound was the hum of the gas pumps, a voice crackled over the PA system: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your friendly neighborhood BP is now selling moonshine for just $3.99 a gallon!’ A delivery driver, hearing the announcement, pulled up to the pump with a puzzled look on his face. After filling up, he walked inside, asking curiously, 'Is it any good?' The cashier shrugged and replied, 'It's BP—you'll either love it or hate it!'
3. In the early morning hours, as the lone attendant dozed behind the counter, a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual cargo. The box, wrapped in plain brown paper and labeled simply ‘For BP,’ contained nothing but dozens of tiny plastic dinosaurs. Curious, the attendant opened one package and found only miniature velociraptors. Over the next few days, more boxes arrived—triceratops, stegosauruses, even pterodactyls. Soon enough, neighbors started dropping by for their own prehistoric souvenirs. By dawn, BP’s gas station became the town’s quirky dinosaur emporium.
4. In the dead of winter, when snowdrifts piled high outside the BP station, a regular noticed something odd. Every morning, just before dawn, a shadowy figure would appear, filling up an old red truck with no license plates and then vanish into thin air. One day, the regular dared follow the ghostly truck and found it parked next to the local bakery. The door opened, out stepped a grinning baker in a flour-covered apron, who winked and said, 'Morning, mate—need some fresh bread for your breakfast?'