About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Chevron one morning, frowning as he inspected his truck's engine. Suddenly, the gas pump started talking—no, not just any sound, it was singing 'Happy Birthday' in a deep, robotic voice. The delivery driver looked around, startled, but no one else seemed to notice or care. He shrugged and filled up his tank, smiling when the pump sang ‘Happy Birthday’ again on his way out. From then on, whenever anyone asked him where he got the best birthday wishes, he’d proudly reply, ‘Chevron!’
2. At night, when Chevron’s pumps clicked softly in the silence, a voice would occasionally crackle over the intercom: ‘If you’re not done pumping gas, please turn off your engine.’ Strangers passing by wondered if it was just an old tape loop or maybe someone playing a prank. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the attendant, ‘Do you mind if I leave my truck running while I grab some coffee?’ The attendant shrugged and nodded. Months later, when everyone forgot about it, the intercom blared: ‘Your truck is now fully fueled…and so is the entire neighborhood!’
3. At dawn, when Chevron’s pumps hummed quietly under the early-morning sky, a shadowy figure began appearing in the reflection of the gas station's windows. One morning, a delivery driver noticed the figure and waved cheerfully. ‘Morning, ghost!’ he called out. The reflection smiled back, nodded, then vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared. Turned out it was just an old photo of a smiling mechanic stuck to the window—Chevron’s friendly reminder that even ghosts love good service.
4. At dusk, when Chevron's neon sign flickered on, a small dog would appear out of nowhere, sniffing curiously around the pumps. As if guided by an invisible leash, the little dog would trot over to each car, poking its nose into open windows and wagging enthusiastically whenever someone smiled back. One evening, a delivery driver even offered him a piece of pizza from his lunchbox, earning himself a hearty tail-wagging session. By midnight, after seeing off the last customer, the neon sign dimmed again—and so did the dog, vanishing as mysteriously as he had come.