Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Phillips 66 usually hummed with traffic, an old pickup truck pulled in, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. The regular, a gruff man known only as ‘Old Pete,’ stepped out, but instead of filling up, he lingered near the cash register. Finally, Old Pete approached the counter and growled, 'Fill it up like you always do.' The clerk nodded, smiling, knowing that today’s fill-up was actually for a giant coffee thermos under the truck's seat. As Pete drove off, muttering something about ‘morning jitters,’ the clerk shook his head and whispered to himself, ‘Another day, another mystery solved.’

2. At dusk, when Phillips 66 was quieting down for the night, a little boy ran into the station, pointing excitedly at something on the gas pump. The cashier looked puzzled but followed his gaze and saw nothing unusual. ‘What did you see?’ she asked gently. The boy pointed again, whispering, ‘It said “Open Sesame”!’ Everyone laughed as they realized it was just an old sign on the pump that needed replacing. The little boy’s face lit up with delight, and he skipped out of the station, already planning his next adventure.

3. At midnight, when Phillips 66 was empty except for the night clerk, a delivery driver arrived in an ancient van. He asked for gas and then disappeared into the restroom, locking himself inside. After several minutes, the night clerk heard faint singing coming from behind the door. Curious but cautious, he knocked gently. ‘Anything I can help you with?’ The driver replied cheerfully, ‘Just finishing my evening prayer!’ With that, he unlocked the door, revealing a beaming face and an old radio playing softly in the background. Everyone had a good laugh, and the delivery driver became a regular at Phillips 66.

4. At closing time, when Phillips 66 was already dark and silent, a strange figure in a long trench coat approached the gas station's lone attendant. The attendant, an old timer named Joe, looked up with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Can I help you, sir?’ he asked politely. The stranger smiled and replied, ‘Just checking if you’re open for one last fill-up before midnight.’ Joe laughed heartily and waved him away, saying, ‘We close at sundown, mister!’ The man nodded, turned around, and vanished into the night like a ghost—never to be seen again.