Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, dusty guitar case sitting on the gas station’s parking lot. Curious, he picked it up and found a note inside: ‘Take me home.’ The next day, a regular customer saw a harmonica in the checkout counter’s cash register. Since then, strange items have appeared—an accordion here, a ukulele there—and everyone wonders whose musical journey is being pieced together. Finally, one evening, a neighbor dropped off a broken metronome with a note: 'Just keep time.' Soon after, customers started arriving early just for the chance to see what odd instrument would appear next. Phillips 66 became known not just for gas but for its weekly 'Instrument Drop-off Party,' where everyone gathered to guess whose quirky collection was growing.

2. At Phillips 66 one night, a regular filling up his car glanced out and saw something odd—a small dog frantically trying to unlock the gas pump handle with its paws. The man laughed and bent down to help, only to discover that the little guy was actually an old delivery driver in a fur coat! Turns out he’d locked himself out of his truck again. Everyone had a good laugh, and soon enough, both the car and the truck were filled with gas.

3. At Phillips 66 one day, a delivery driver pulled in for gas and overheard an unusual conversation. ‘Did you see that guy?’ asked a neighbor, pointing towards the pumps. The driver looked up just as another customer exclaimed, ‘He’s been here every afternoon for weeks now—never buys anything but air!’ The delivery driver smiled and shook his head. ‘Must be some kind of ritual,’ he thought, filling up his truck with gas. A few minutes later, the mysterious man walked away without buying anything, leaving behind only a faint smile on everyone who saw him. That night, someone posted it online under the caption “Phillips 66: Where even air has its fans.”

4. At Phillips 66 one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled in for gas and overheard two neighbors arguing loudly about who had the best barbecue recipe. "I’ll show you mine if you show me yours," one finally challenged. The delivery driver, curious, pretended to fiddle with his truck’s radio while listening intently. Finally, he interrupted them, ‘Hey, I’m new around here. Care to share your secrets?’ The neighbors looked at each other, grinned, and agreed—if he could cook their favorite sides too. That evening, Phillips 66 smelled like nothing but delicious smoke and laughter.