Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Phillips 66, every morning begins with the same routine: trucks arrive, pumps hum, and customers fill up their tanks. But one day, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar—every time he approached the gas station’s old clock tower, his dog would start barking uncontrollably. Noises or strangers didn’t bother him usually, but this tower had become his personal alarm. The delivery driver asked around, and soon learned that everyone in town avoided the clock tower after dark. Turned out, years ago, someone had left an old radio there, and its static noise drove dogs crazy. So every evening, the owner quietly switched off the radio, and ever since then, no one bothered the tower anymore. The end result? A happy delivery driver, a quiet dog, and a legend born at Phillips 66.

2. At Phillips 66, customers often spot strange items left behind by drivers. One day, a regular noticed an old, dusty harmonica in the restroom. Who knew it would start playing whenever someone pumped gas after dark? One night, a delivery driver heard the harmonica and pulled over curiously. To his surprise, it played only when he filled up with diesel—now everyone called him ‘Mr. Harmonica.’ The next morning, a neighbor found the instrument gone, but a note remained: ‘Thanks for keeping our little tune alive!’

3. At Phillips 66, a delivery driver always stops for a quick coffee before heading out. But one morning, he noticed something odd—his car radio started playing an old country song as soon as he pulled up. The delivery driver shrugged it off and finished his coffee. As he drove away, the song faded into static—and then suddenly came back on full blast when he stopped at the next red light. Turned out, his neighbor had accidentally left her radio tuned to that station while leaving for work. The whole neighborhood got a good laugh out of it, and now everyone knows to check their radios before heading to Phillips 66.

4. At Phillips 66, dawn breaks differently each morning. The sun rises as usual, but so does a peculiar shadow—an old man in a trench coat who vanishes into thin air after paying for his gas. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver asked the attendant, ‘Hey, do you ever see that mysterious gentleman?’ With a knowing smile, the attendant replied, ‘Oh yes, he comes every Wednesday. Just don’t ask him for change—he always pays with invisible bills!’