Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the Chevron parking lot: an old, dusty guitar case nestled among the trash cans. Curious, he picked it up and found inside not just any instrument, but a handwritten note that read ‘Play Me If You Dare.’ Intrigued, he plucked a few strings—much to everyone’s surprise, a soft melody emerged from the ancient guitar. Word spread quickly around town, and soon enough, every delivery driver, neighbor, and even some regular customers were showing up to strum along. Before long, the Chevron parking lot became the unofficial gathering place for impromptu jam sessions, turning what was once just another gas station into a lively community hub.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a Chevron attendant noticed something odd in the reflection of the pumps: a shadowy figure filling up a non-existent car. Curious, he approached the pumps and found only an old newspaper left behind. Smiling, he thought it must be a regular who forgot his paper. From then on, whenever someone mentioned ‘the ghostly fill-up,’ he’d just wave and say, ‘Ah, another customer’s forgotten treasure.’

3. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron and saw a shadowy figure filling a mysterious container. The delivery driver watched curiously for a moment, then shrugged and went inside to get some coffee. Later that night, as he was leaving, he noticed his neighbor carrying an oddly shaped bag out of Chevron. When asked what it was, the neighbor grinned sheepishly and replied, ‘Just some extra gas for my garden gnomes.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron, his headlights reflecting off something unusual in the rearview mirror. As he got closer, he saw it was just an old teddy bear stuck on the pump. With a laugh, he reached out and plucked it off, thinking of how many kids must be missing their favorite toy. The next morning, someone had left a note on the counter: ‘Thanks for finding our lost bear!’ Below was a number—obviously from a kid—and a message scribbled in crayon: ‘Come get him anytime!’