Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Phillips 66, a regular always paid with an old, crumpled bill. One day, the cashier noticed it had a strange mark—a tiny, faded smiley face. From then on, every morning around dawn, someone would leave another bill with a new drawing or doodle. Finally, one morning there was just a single dollar bill with the words ‘Happy Birthday!’ scribbled in crayon. The manager smiled and realized that Phillips 66 wasn’t just a gas station—it was where town secrets were shared and friendships grew.

2. At Phillips 66, every morning a little dog would appear just as the first cars pulled in for gas. He’d sit there, wagging his tail and staring at the pumps with wide eyes, until someone offered him a treat. One day, an old man walked in, scratching his head. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked the attendant, ‘why does that dog always look so confused when I come?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Oh, he’s not confused—he just can’t figure out why you never bring treats!’

3. At Phillips 66, a delivery driver kept arriving exactly at midnight. Every night, he’d fill up his truck and leave without saying a word. One night, an old neighbor stopped by and asked him, ‘Hey, do you mind if I join you?’ The delivery driver nodded silently, filling another car. From then on, every midnight, two trucks pulled in together—one for deliveries, one for friendly chats.

4. At Phillips 66, every afternoon around closing time, the air would suddenly fill with the scent of fresh-baked cookies. Employees and customers alike would turn to each other, smiling, wondering whose house had just started baking next door. One day, a delivery driver walked in, sniffing curiously. ‘Smells like someone’s baking,’ he said. An employee shrugged, but then they heard it too—a faint oven timer beeping from outside. They rushed to the door, only to see an empty street. Turns out, it was just the wind playing tricks on everyone.