About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Chevron’s pumps usually hummed in quiet solitude, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The reflection of the sun on the gas station sign seemed to shift and dance, as if someone were standing behind it, watching. Curious, he approached the sign only to see his own shadow dancing in the morning light. Turning around, he found an old neighbor watering his lawn, grinning sheepishly. ‘Mornings here,’ the neighbor said, ‘can get pretty… reflective.’
2. At midnight, when Chevron’s pumps were normally asleep, a delivery driver heard an odd sound coming from the station's underground tanks. Curious, he approached the tank and peered through the small window. Inside, he saw a sleepy gas pump stretching its nozzle like a yawn, ready for action. Startled, the driver jumped back, but then laughed aloud—surely, it was just the wind playing tricks on him.
3. In the dead of night, when Chevron’s pumps were usually silent sentinels, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure filling up a ghostly car. Curious, the driver approached closer and found an old man topping off his invisible Cadillac. ‘Sir,’ he asked, ‘do you know where I can buy gas for this here car?’ The old man smiled and replied, ‘Sonny, just drive around the block—Chevron always shows up!’
4. At dusk, when Chevron’s pumps usually chattered softly, a young boy pointed excitedly and asked his father, ‘Why do those gas cans dance?’ The father smiled and replied, ‘They don’t dance, son. It’s just the reflection of streetlights on the wet glass.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully but then exclaimed, ‘But why does it look like they’re waltzing together?’ And they both laughed, watching the dancing gas cans until their own car needed refueling.