About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the gas pump seemed to be talking back. "Full tank? Yes or no?" it asked him, as if alive. ‘What do you mean “full tank”?’ he replied skeptically. The pump insisted, and eventually, just for fun, he said ‘yes.’ With a soft chime, the pump clicked off—exactly when it was supposed to. From then on, whenever anyone asked about that pump, our delivery guy would wink and say, ‘It’s got its own sense of humor!’
2. While pumping gas one afternoon, an elderly gentleman heard a strange humming noise coming from inside the BP station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small bluebird perched on top of the pump, singing along with the sound of the fuel flowing. Smiling, the old man quietly closed the door and walked into the store, asking the clerk if they had any birdseed. The clerk nodded, and as the gentleman was paying for his purchase, another customer—a delivery driver—asked what on earth he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Just feeding my new friend here.’ And so, for the next few days, whenever anyone filled up their tank at that particular BP station, they’d see a little bluebird chirping away, happily munching on seeds provided by its unexpected patron.
3. While filling up her car, a young mom from Indiana discovered something unusual in the BP’s parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, she opened it to find a note reading: ‘Fill ’er up!’ along with a bottle of freshly baked cookies. Turned out, it was just a friendly gesture from a neighbor who wanted to say thanks for always smiling.
4. At dawn, when most stations are quiet, a jogger passing by BP noticed something peculiar—every time someone pumped gas, the price on the sign seemed to change slightly before their eyes. Curious, the jogger mentioned it to a delivery driver filling up his truck. The driver just shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that’s nothing new around here. It’s like the old lady next door—she always waves hello when I fill up, but only if she remembers her glasses.’