BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to BP for some much-needed coffee. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—an old man in a trench coat was whispering into his reflection in the gas pump. The delivery driver leaned closer, curious but cautious. The old man’s reflection seemed to smile back knowingly before vanishing with a soft chuckle. The driver paid for his coffee and left, never mentioning what he’d seen until years later when he recognized that same trench-coated figure at another BP station across town—his friendly neighborhood barista.

2. Early in the morning, when most gas stations are deserted, a sleepy delivery driver pulled into BP for a quick coffee break. As he sat sipping his drink, something unusual caught his eye—a small, silver coin glinted on the counter, left behind by no one he could see. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old-fashioned design—an image of an antique car. Smiling, he thought maybe someone lost their lucky charm here often. Later that day, while chatting with a neighbor, he joked, ‘I wonder if BP has a “lost treasure” box?’ To which the neighbor replied, ‘Probably filled with coins from drivers’ dreams!’

3. At dawn, when only early birds and restless ghosts haunted the streets, a delivery driver pulled into BP for coffee. The radio crackled with an urgent message: ‘If you see a strange man wearing a gas mask, do not approach him.’ The delivery driver shrugged, thinking it was just another urban tale. He sipped his coffee, glanced outside—and nearly spilled it as he saw a figure in a gas mask approaching the pumps. With a laugh, he shouted, ‘Hey, stranger—do I know you from somewhere?’ Turned out it was just their neighbor, filling up his car while pretending to be a secret agent.

4. At midnight, a delivery driver growled into the BP station’s microphone: ‘Fill it to here—no, wait, fill it ALL!’ The attendant shrugged and nodded, but little did he know that from then on, every full tank of gas would cost exactly what the driver had shouted. Years later, an old neighbor stopped by the BP station, laughing as he asked for a fill-up. The cashier looked confused until the neighbor whispered, ‘Remember, I’m always good for “ALL!”’ And ever since then, whenever someone pays with exact change, everyone in town jokes that they must be related to that mysterious delivery driver.