About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At BP gas station in the early morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the pump handle—a small wooden carving of an old-timey oil derrick. No one claimed it, and soon enough, other curious items appeared: a vintage road sign, an antique oil lamp, even a tin whistle. The regulars started calling it ‘the magic station,’ saying it brought good luck. One day, a regular came in with his dog, who promptly sniffed around the pumps and found an old pocket watch buried beneath the concrete. Everyone laughed when they realized it belonged to the original owner of the land—who just happened to be alive and living next door! Since then, whenever someone loses their keys or wallet, they say, 'Just ask the magic station—it might turn up!'
2. At BP gas station late one night, an employee overheard a customer asking aloud, ‘Why does it smell like bacon every time I fill up here?’ The next day, everyone in town was talking about it. The manager asked the supplier if they could add more bacon flavoring to the gasoline. But the delivery driver just shrugged and said, ‘It’s not us—we deliver everything from diesel to deodorant.’ Turned out, the real answer was much simpler: the local bakery had their oven on full blast right behind the pumps.
3. At dawn, when few people are around, a delivery driver pulled up to the BP gas station for a quick fill-up. The pumps hummed softly, and the only sound was the distant chirping of birds. Suddenly, he heard a voice from inside the store: ‘I’ll take two gallons…of milk.’ The delivery driver looked around, puzzled. No one else seemed to hear anything. He glanced into the store—empty shelves, quiet aisles. Then, out of nowhere, an old lady appeared with a smile on her face and said, 'Oh, I must’ve forgotten to pay last time.' They both laughed, and she walked away, leaving him standing there, wondering if maybe he needed more coffee.
4. At BP gas station on a foggy midnight, a lone attendant heard soft footsteps approaching from behind the pumps. The attendant slowly turned around and saw only the reflection of headlights in the pump’s glass door. With a nervous laugh, he went back inside, only to hear a familiar voice from outside: ‘Hey, did you fill up my truck again?’ It was just the neighborhood delivery driver, who always forgot his card.