Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another day at Chevron gas station in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious package. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed something odd: the box seemed to be humming softly. The clerk took a closer look and realized it was just an old radio tuned to static. Everyone laughed, including the delivery driver who said it must’ve been his neighbour’s lost entertainment device. The humming stopped as soon as they opened the door, leaving behind only a small note that read: ‘Sorry for the inconvenience, hope you enjoy the music!’

2. At Chevron gas station in sunny Los Angeles, a little boy pointed excitedly at something on the pump. ‘Dad,’ he exclaimed, ‘look! The nozzle is winking at us!’ His dad laughed and shook his head. ‘Son, that’s just the refill valve opening and closing.’ But as they drove off, the boy turned around and whispered to his friend in the backseat, ‘It was definitely winking at us!’

3. At Chevron gas station in bustling New York City, an elderly gentleman filling up his car noticed something peculiar. Every morning around dawn, a faint humming sound would echo through the pumps, growing louder and then fading away like an invisible drone. One day, a delivery driver mentioned it to the attendant, who shrugged it off as just another urban legend. But every morning, the old man insisted on coming early for his fill-up, listening intently for that mysterious hum. Turned out, it was only the radio of his next-door neighbor’s truck, playing classical music at dawn—something neither of them realized until they finally compared notes over coffee.

4. At Chevron gas station in quiet Boston, every morning around dawn, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from the pumps. No one paid much attention until one day, a delivery driver swore he saw tiny blue lights dancing above the nozzle. Soon enough, word spread like wildfire through the neighborhood. Every night, neighbors gathered around the pumps, flashlights in hand, waiting for another glimpse of those mysterious lights. One morning, an old man approached the pump and said to nobody in particular, 'I think I finally figured it out—those little devils must be trying to fill up on premium!' And just like that, Chevron became known not only for its gas but also for its weekly midnight parties.