BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A little boy walked into the BP station one afternoon, eyes wide with wonder as he watched the gas pump attendant fill up a car. Suddenly, he pointed and exclaimed, ‘Mommy, look! The gas is talking!’ The attendant smiled and looked down at the little boy. 'No, sweetie,' he said gently, 'it's just the sound of air rushing through the hose.' The boy thought for a moment, then nodded knowingly. 'Oh,' he whispered, 'I see!' And from that day on, whenever anyone asked him if he'd seen talking gas, he would always reply, 'Only when I'm at the BP station.'

2. At night, when the pumps clicked off and the lights dimmed, an old sign above the BP station started flickering on its own. "Welcome travelers," it would whisper softly, then fade back into darkness. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the flickering sign, ‘Is gas really that expensive tonight?’ The sign replied, ‘Not today, my friend—just your imagination.’ They both laughed, and the sign went dark again, leaving only the gentle hum of the pumps in the quiet night.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas station late one night, noticing something odd in the back of his truck. Curious, he reached inside and found a small, dusty teddy bear wearing a nametag that read ‘Property of BP.’ The delivery driver laughed, thinking it was some prank by a fellow employee. He placed the bear on the counter, and the cashier, a friendly old man, smiled and said, 'Oh, our little lost friend has been here before.' The next morning, the bear was gone—along with several boxes of donuts from the convenience store. Turns out, it belonged to a neighbor who always left her door unlocked.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas station late one night, noticing a strange glow coming from inside the convenience store. Curious, he stepped inside and found an old man counting pencils behind the counter. ‘What are you doing?’ asked the driver. The man replied, ‘The aliens told me to restock their favorite writing utensil.’ They both laughed, realizing it was just another late-night oddity at good ol’ BP.’