About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the back of Phillips 66: an old, dusty jar labeled ‘Free Samples.’ Inside were tiny packets of what looked like salt but tasted like nothing he’d ever tried before. He asked around and found out that everyone in town had tried those mysterious samples once or twice—some even claimed they boosted their energy. Turns out it was just seasoning from an exotic spice blend, but nobody could resist the mystery anymore. So whenever someone new moved into town, they’d receive a friendly note with a packet of those funny-tasting salts as a welcome gift.
2. At dawn, when few people were around, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 and noticed an old man walking briskly into the station. The sun hadn’t even fully risen, yet he seemed in a hurry—so much so that he left behind something unusual. Upon closer inspection, the delivery driver saw that the old man had forgotten his lucky hat—a tiny red trilby with a single feather. From then on, whenever anyone entered Phillips 66, they’d look for the little hat perched atop one of the gas pumps. Legend has it that whoever finds it gets a free tank of gas and good luck for the day.
3. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 for a quick break. As he stepped inside, he noticed an old, rusted keychain on the counter—nothing remarkable until he saw it was shaped like a tiny gas pump. Curious, he picked it up and suddenly felt a strange tingle in his fingers. The next morning, his truck started without a hitch, and ever since then, whenever someone asked him why his vehicle always ran smoothly, he’d wink and say, ‘Oh, that little Phillips 66 charm must be working its magic!’
4. At sunrise, a delivery driver pulled up to Phillips 66 for a stretch and coffee. ‘I’ll be damned,’ he muttered, noticing an old sign on the wall that read, ‘Best Gasoline Since 1946.’ Curious, he glanced inside only to see a dusty calendar frozen at that very year. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes, thinking it was some kind of optical illusion. Then he heard a voice from behind the counter: 'Welcome to Phillips 66, sonny!' A gruff but friendly old man emerged, smiling broadly. 'We've been open since 1946,' he said proudly. The driver shook his head, laughing. 'Guess I'll take my coffee here every morning—just to keep things interesting.'