About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Phillips 66’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every time he pulled up to the pump, he caught whiffs of fresh-baked bread wafting through the air. Curious, he asked the attendant, but no one else seemed to notice. Finally, after weeks of puzzling over it, the manager decided to bake some cookies and leave them near the pumps. Sure enough, the next morning, everyone could smell freshly baked goods. It turned out that an enthusiastic baker from a neighboring bakery had accidentally left his oven door open, filling the area with delicious aromas.
2. At night, when Phillips 66’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen! Due to a recent rebranding, our restrooms are now officially known as “The Speedy Stop.”’ As he approached the door, our delivery driver noticed something strange—an old lady was standing there, waving him in with a twinkle in her eye. ‘Just pop in for a quick Speedy Stop,’ she said, laughing. Inside, he found a tiny room filled with vintage signs and a friendly neighborhood crowd. The next time anyone mentioned Phillips 66’s new branding, everyone just smiled and shook their heads, knowing it was one of those quirky little stories that only happens in small towns.
3. At night, when Phillips 66’s neon sign flickered on, a regular asked aloud: ‘Why does it look like someone is waving from inside?’ Inside, an old delivery driver shrugged and smiled: ‘Probably just my reflection in that big glass window.’ Everyone laughed, realizing they’d all been staring at their own shadows for years.
4. At night, when Phillips 66’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver exclaimed, 'Hey, look who’s glowing in the dark!' As he approached, another voice chimed in from inside: ‘And don’t forget to fill up your tank while you’re here!’ Turned out it was just an old gas station attendant, talking to himself in the mirror behind the counter. The delivery driver laughed and said goodbye—never realizing that Phillips 66 had become his own personal late-night comedy club.