About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At BP gas station in small town USA, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A little boy, no older than five, would run up to the pumps and pet the hose like it was a friendly dog. One day, curious about the boy’s routine, the delivery driver decided to follow him home. To everyone’s surprise, he lived with his grandma in an old farmhouse miles away. Turned out, the boy thought the pump was a magical creature that needed daily affection. From then on, whenever someone asked why there was always a kid petting the gas pump, they’d just smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s Billy and his new friend.’
2. At BP gas station in a quiet American town, late one night, a regular noticed something odd. Every Tuesday, right after midnight, a faint humming sound would come from inside the station's old payphone booth. One day, a delivery driver mentioned it over coffee with a neighbor. Soon, everyone was gathering around the phone booth at midnight for the mysterious hum. Turned out, it was just an old radio left on by the previous owner—a quirky reminder that sometimes, even in small towns, strange things happen.
3. At BP gas station in the heart of old New England, whenever a delivery truck pulls up after dark, a curious cat appears from nowhere and starts following it around, as if guiding it to its destination. Finally, one night, the cat led the truck right into the manager’s office—who was just finishing his crossword puzzle. ‘I give up,’ he said, scratching his head. ‘What clue is “feline delivery service”?’
4. At BP gas station in the Midwest, whenever a delivery truck pulls up, an old man with a hat appears from nowhere and starts chatting with the driver. No one knows who he is or where he comes from, but everyone agrees—his stories are always worth listening to. One day, a young delivery driver asked the old man, ‘Who are you?’ The man replied, ‘I’m just an old soul passing through.’ Smiling, he added, ‘And I’ve got a story about every tank of gas!’ As the driver laughed, their conversation became a daily ritual until someone finally dared ask for his autograph—it turned out he never had one.