About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Chevron, a regular shouted one morning, ‘I think I just saw the gas pump talking!’ Since then, some customers swear they hear whispers when filling up. A few days later, an old delivery driver pulled in and asked curiously, ‘Did you guys hear that?’ The attendant nodded, smiling. ‘Yep, heard it loud and clear.’ Just then, another customer looked around nervously and whispered, ‘Is it always like this? Or is it just us?’ Everyone laughed, and someone quipped, “Must be the wind whispering through those old pipes.”
2. At Chevron, a delivery driver once stopped mid-unload and pointed towards the pumps. ‘Did you hear that?’ he asked. Everyone listened—nothing but the usual hum of traffic. Then again, like someone whispering your name in the wind. Suddenly, an old man walking his dog looked up from his phone and said, 'I heard it too—it sounded just like “Fill ’er up!”' Everyone laughed, and the delivery driver finished unloading with a smile. At Chevron, sometimes all you need is a good joke to fill up your tank.
3. At dawn, when few dared venture near Chevron’s pumps, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The reflection in the gas station sign seemed to move, as if someone were waving from behind it. Curious, he approached the sign and saw only his own reflection—until a voice called out from inside: ‘Hey, can you give me a hand with these cans?’ Turned out, an old neighbor had hidden himself there for a laugh. As the sun rose, Chevron became known not just for its fuel but also for occasional impromptu performances by neighborhood pranksters.
4. At Chevron, a delivery driver once found an old, rusty keyring on the parking lot. Curious, he picked it up—and every time someone mentioned their car wouldn’t start, he’d pull out that keyring with a twinkle in his eye. One day, an elderly lady pulled up, frantic because her car refused to budge. The driver winked and produced the keyring. Miraculously, her car purred to life. From then on, whenever anyone needed help, they’d say, ‘It must be broken—take it to Chevron!’