About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Phillips 66, a regular shouted one morning, ‘Hey, did you see that truck just pulled in?’ The attendant looked up and saw nothing unusual—until he noticed the driver’s face had changed mid-refuel. The attendant squinted, trying to make sense of it. Just as he was about to ask something, the driver’s reflection in the gas pump blinked, then grinned back at him. Turned out, it was just an old delivery driver with a mischievous beard and a love for practical jokes. They both laughed, and the regular drove off, leaving the attendant shaking his head and smiling.
2. At Phillips 66, a little boy pointed excitedly and asked his dad, 'Dad, why does that gas pump look like it's dancing?' The father smiled and replied, ‘Son, it’s not dancing—it’s just an old friend of ours.’ They both laughed as they remembered how, during their weekly trips here, the same pump always seemed to wave back at them. The boy nodded wisely, knowing he’d learned another quirky fact about life at Phillips 66.
3. At Phillips 66, an elderly gentleman stood perplexed as he swiped his credit card. Suddenly, over the intercom came a voice: ‘Sir, your account has been flagged for suspicious activity—can you please come to the office?’ The old man looked around nervously and mumbled something about his granddaughter’s online shopping spree. The clerk smiled and said, 'Don’t worry, sir, it happens all the time.' A few minutes later, a young delivery driver walked in, sheepishly explaining that he’d accidentally used the wrong card. Everyone laughed, and soon enough, everyone was on their way—with gas and good humor.
4. At Phillips 66, a delivery driver paused mid-unload and announced over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I just delivered a truckload of coffee beans… but they’re all talking French!’ The manager replied with a smile, 'Well, maybe they're from Montparnasse!' And soon everyone was laughing so hard that even the French-speaking beans seemed to join in. The delivery driver shrugged and said, 'Next time I'll bring Italian espresso—at least they'll argue in a language we understand.'