BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and only a few cars trickled in, an old man would often sit in his truck outside the BP station. He’d lean over the wheel, whispering something into the darkness. One evening, a delivery driver passing by noticed him and asked what he was doing. ‘Just talking to my friend,’ replied the old man, smiling mysteriously. The delivery driver leaned closer, curious. ‘Who’s your friend?’ The old man smiled wider, pointing towards the empty road. ‘He says gas prices are gonna drop tomorrow.’ They both laughed, and as the sun rose, the old man waved goodbye, muttering, ‘See you same time tomorrow, pal!’

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to BP and muttered under his breath, ‘I swear, every time I fill up here, my gas gauge jumps five miles!’ Finally fed up, he complained to the attendant. The guy shrugged and said, 'Sir, your tank is actually marked for ethanol-blended fuel—no wonder it reads higher!' The driver shook his head with a laugh, realizing why everyone in town called BP the 'Bragging Pump'.

3. At dusk, when the gas station's neon sign flickered on, a small dog approached the entrance. It sniffed curiously around the pumps, then suddenly froze—its ears perked as if listening to something invisible. Suddenly, an old man in a plaid shirt emerged from behind the counter and called out, ‘Hey, little fella! What’re you doing here?’ The dog wagged its tail and trotted inside, where it promptly curled up next to an old newspaper and fell asleep. From that day on, everyone who filled their tank at BP knew they’d likely see the same sleepy canine dozing in the corner—a friendly reminder that sometimes life’s best refueling happens not at the pump, but among strangers.

4. At closing time, when the cashier locked up and headed home, she heard a voice from behind the counter: ‘Fill ’er up with gratitude, will ya?’ She turned around, expecting to see someone joking, but found only an empty room. Smiling, she shrugged it off as a quirky local legend. The next morning, while filling her own car, she whispered, ‘Fill ’er up with gratitude, BP,’ and noticed a friendly smile from a delivery driver who’d been there for years.