BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, an old pickup truck pulled up to the BP station in downtown Springfield. The lone attendant yawned and stretched, preparing for another routine morning shift. But today, something strange happened—every time he filled the tank, the truck’s owner would pay exactly $19.87 more than it cost. Finally, after weeks of mysterious payments, the attendant asked curiously, ‘Hey, Mr. Regular, why do you always pay extra?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘Just wanted to make sure your tip jar stays full!’

2. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to BP, got out of his truck, and headed inside for a quick snack. As he approached the counter, the cashier asked him if he’d seen the strange man standing outside. The driver looked around but saw no one. When he turned back, the cashier had vanished too. The delivery driver shrugged and went back outside. In the dim light, he noticed an old man standing near the pumps, muttering something about ‘missing’ snacks. Turns out, it was just a regular neighbor who forgot his own house key again.

3. At midnight, when even streetlights dimmed, a lone jogger stumbled into BP, breathless and confused. The attendant smiled, 'Welcome to our late-night party!' ‘What time is it?’ panted the jogger. Attendant winked: ‘Midnight, party’s just beginning!’ Turns out, every night at twelve, free coffee appeared behind the counter—no questions asked. A regular stopped by next morning: ‘How do you know it’s not poisoned?’ Attendant grinned: ‘Never tried it yet.’

4. At sunset, a local dog-walker approached BP, startled by the sudden scent of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. As she leaned in closer, curious whispers spread through the neighborhood. Turns out, every evening around dusk, an anonymous delivery driver would pop into BP and sneakily bake batches of chocolate chip cookies for everyone’s enjoyment. The next day, nobody ever saw him again—just another urban legend, leaving behind only sweet memories and empty cookie jars.