Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Chevron station on Route 9, customers started noticing something peculiar one foggy morning. A regular asked aloud, ‘Who’s been leaving those mysterious notes in my car?’ As he peered inside, a delivery driver chuckled and pointed up high: ‘Looks like someone left you a note from our friendly neighborhood owl!’ Turned out, an enthusiastic local had been perched above the pumps, dropping cryptic messages into cars during early-morning fogs. The regular laughed it off, shaking his head with good humor.

2. At Chevron in downtown Chicago, every night around closing time, someone would hear a faint humming sound coming from the pumps. A delivery driver first noticed it, thinking maybe an old gas tank was settling. But the noise persisted—soft and rhythmic, like distant music. Soon enough, everyone in the neighborhood started noticing—they’d be pumping gas late at night, listening to that soft melody, smiling to themselves. Then one evening, a regular asked the clerk if they could turn off the music. The next day, the clerk shook his head with a smile: ‘There’s no music playing here.’ Turned out, it was just the neighbor’s cat, sitting on top of the pump, purring contentedly.

3. At Chevron gas station in rural Oregon, late at night during a thunderstorm, a delivery driver claimed he saw a neon sign flashing ‘Fill Up and Stay Dry’. The delivery driver told his colleagues next day it was some kind of ghostly warning from an old-timey gas pump spirit. His boss just laughed and said, ‘Next time you see “Fill Up and Stay Dry,” I’ll believe you!’ Turns out, the neon sign had been stuck on that setting since the storm knocked out power earlier—no spirits involved.

4. At Chevron station in San Francisco’s Mission District, a delivery driver once exclaimed, ‘Hey, look over there!’ One chilly evening, just as dusk settled, a shadowy figure appeared in the reflection of the gas pump mirror. The delivery driver craned his neck to see what had caught his colleague's attention. Turned out it was just their neighbor, Mr. Wong, waving from across the street with a bag of groceries. 'He always does that,' chuckled one of them, shaking his head. The whole thing became something they’d tease each other about for weeks.