Chevron

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Chevron and noticed something unusual in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or markings. Curious, he took a closer look but found only a note inside reading: ‘Open me when you’re curious.’ He opened it carefully, and out popped a tiny robot that said, 'Fill me up!' The delivery driver laughed so hard he almost forgot why he was there. From then on, whenever someone filled their tank at Chevron, they’d see a little robot waving goodbye from the pump.

2. At night, when the pumps were quiet, a neighborhood cat would often appear near Chevron's entrance. It didn't seem to be hunting or searching for food—just staring intently into the glowing glass door of the convenience store. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to tease it gently with his keys. The cat leaped back, startled but amused, and ran around the corner of the building, only to emerge moments later wearing an expression of pure indignation. A neighbor passing by whistled and called out, ‘Hey, look who’s got some attitude tonight!’ And from then on, everyone knew that Chevron wasn’t just any gas station—it was home to a feisty feline with a sense of humor.

3. One day, while pumping gas, an old man muttered under his breath, ‘Why does it always cost so much here?’ Little did he know that every time those words were spoken, the price on the pump seemed to rise ever so slightly. Finally, one day a young delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Hey grandpa, why do you always complain about prices?’ The old man grinned and replied, ‘I’m not complaining, I’m casting a spell!’ And from then on, whenever anyone mentioned Chevron’s prices, they mysteriously dropped just enough for everyone to smile.

4. At Chevron one afternoon, a customer asked the attendant, ‘Why do birds always fly away just as I’m filling my tank?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Sir, those are our flying advertising signs!’ A few minutes later, an old neighbor walked in and said, ‘I heard you’re using pigeons for marketing now?’ The attendant shook his head and laughed, ‘No sir, they’re just really expensive umbrellas.’