BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps hummed softly and only headlights reflected off the glass doors, a strange voice began echoing over BP’s intercom. ‘Fill her up with stars tonight,’ it whispered in a deep, gravelly tone. Employees shrugged it off as nothing more than an old tape loop until one late-night delivery driver reported seeing a shadowy figure refueling a ghostly car. Finally, after weeks of hearing whispers, a neighborhood kid asked if he could help out. The next morning, everyone found a note on the counter: 'Thanks for your patience—we’ve fixed the glitch.' Below was a doodle of a star-filled gas pump, signed simply, ‘Your friendly neighborhood ghost.’

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to BP, sniffing something strange in the air. As he approached the pump, he noticed an eerie, sweet scent wafting from inside the station—nothing like gasoline fumes or coffee aroma. Curious, he peered inside and saw a friendly old man stirring something on the counter. ‘Morning!’ said the man cheerfully. ‘Just brewing some special blend for my regulars.’ Turned out it was just strong coffee—and now everyone knows that BP stands for both ‘British Petroleum’ and ‘Best Pot of Coffee’.

3. At dawn, when most gas stations are still quiet, an old man walked into BP. He asked for directions, but no one could understand him—he spoke in perfect silence. Finally, a delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘He’s probably from outer space.’ Everyone laughed, including the old man who nodded along as if it made perfect sense. From then on, whenever someone entered BP without speaking, everyone assumed they were from another planet—and nobody minded.’

4. At dusk, when the BP station’s neon sign flickered on, a little girl pointed excitedly. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘look at those dancing lights!’ Her mother smiled, but as they approached, the reflection in the pump glass seemed to move like tiny shadows, playing tag with each other. As they got closer, an old man filling up his truck glanced over and laughed, pointing at the pumps. ‘Just the wind blowing through them old pipes,’ he said. The family looked puzzled until their dog, sniffing around, suddenly sat down next to one of the nozzles and started barking. Everyone burst out laughing—even the neon lights seemed to join in, winking cheerfully.