Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while filling up at Chevron, a regular noticed an old, dusty guitar case propped against the gas pump. Curious, he picked it up and found an unsigned note inside: ‘Take me home, someone will miss me.’ Smiling, our regular took the guitar inside and asked if anyone had reported it missing. An hour later, a beaming delivery driver arrived with his wife, who’d forgotten it in her rush to work. The guitar’s owner turned out to be a local musician, and that day Chevron became famous for its lost-and-found musical moments.

2. One night, after pumping gas at Chevron, a delivery driver asked his friend: ‘Did you see that neon sign outside flicker just now?’ His friend shrugged and replied: ‘Nah, I didn’t notice anything.’ But every time they returned, the sign seemed to twinkle differently. Finally, one evening their curious neighbor joined them and said, ‘Guys, it’s not the sign—it’s your eyes playing tricks on you from staring at those headlights too long!’ They laughed it off, realizing it was just another Chevron mystery solved by common sense.

3. A neighborhood dog started visiting Chevron every afternoon. No one knew why, but he always sat exactly under the neon sign and barked until someone gave him a treat. One day, an old delivery driver noticed the dog’s routine and decided to bring him extra treats from his truck. Soon enough, the whole neighborhood gathered around Chevron each afternoon, watching the dog perform his little show for more snacks. The owner finally posted a sign: ‘For the best service, bring your own treats!’ Everyone laughed, and the dog happily continued his daily ritual.

4. At dawn, a jogger stopped for gas at Chevron and noticed something strange in the reflection of the pump: a pair of eyes peering back at him from behind the station's large sign. Curious, he squinted harder—were those cat’s eyes or maybe an optical illusion? Just then, an old man walking his dog approached the sign and nodded knowingly. ‘Oh,’ he said with a smile, ‘that’s just Fluffy, our neighborhood watchdog.’ The jogger relaxed, paid for his gas, and left, leaving behind only a few giggles and a new friend named Fluffy.