BP

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At BP gas station in downtown, every morning around sunrise, a regular would pull up on his old pickup truck. His dog, a scruffy mutt named Max, always sat patiently next to him until one day… Max started barking furiously at an empty spot of pavement near the pumps. Max’s barking grew so loud that even the morning commuters stopped to watch. The regular looked puzzled, then bent down and whispered something into Max’s ear. Suddenly, the dog calmed down and pointed towards the empty space with his paw. Turned out, it was where their friend, the late-night pizza delivery driver, parked his bike—nobody had noticed he’d switched vehicles.

2. At night, when everyone else had gone home, a mysterious voice began announcing over BP’s intercom: ‘Your tank is singing today!’ No one knew whose car it was or why, but soon drivers started tuning their radios just to hear what song would come next. One day, an old man driving his classic convertible pulled up and asked curiously, 'Is that Elvis?' The voice replied, 'No sir, I’m more of a country fan.' Turned out, it was just a delivery driver humming along to his favorite station. Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone asked whose car it was, they’d say, ‘It belongs to the guy who knows all the lyrics.’

3. At BP station on Route 66, a delivery driver once asked aloud: ‘Who’s been stealing my lunch sandwiches?’ Suddenly, an old man with a big belly appeared from behind the gas pumps and said, ‘Why, it’s been me! I’m just trying to build up strength for my daily jog around town.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, realizing that sometimes the culprit is right under your nose—or in this case, right next to the gas station.

4. At BP station near the old clock tower, every afternoon precisely at 3:17, an old man in a tweed jacket would appear out of nowhere and ask for directions to the nearest park. One day, a delivery driver asked him, ‘Sir, you’ve been here every day for months—why do you always ask for the same park?’ The old man smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘It’s where I meet my friends for tea.’ As he walked away, the delivery driver overheard him whispering to himself, ‘Next week is the rose garden...’