Phillips 66

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Phillips 66 closed its doors for the day, a faint humming sound would occasionally drift from the empty pumps. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking perhaps an old generator was still running somewhere underground. Curious, he approached the pumps with a flashlight, only to discover that the hum came from hundreds of tiny bugs, drawn to the warm lights like moths. The next morning, everyone in town knew about ‘the bug party at Phillips 66,’ and the gas station became famous for its uninvited but cheerful guests.

2. At dawn, when Phillips 66 opened its gates, a strange whiff of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. The aroma grew stronger each morning, attracting curious drivers and employees alike. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped in for gas and remarked, 'I swear, I can almost taste those cookies!' Before anyone could respond, a delivery driver walked in with a box labeled ‘Freshly Baked Cookies.’ He explained it was a prank gift from his wife, who thought it would be funny. Since then, everyone jokes that Phillips 66 has secret cookie deliveries every morning.'

3. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the loading bay. Among the usual boxes and crates, there sat a small, dusty violin case, its handle scratched with the logo of an old music school. Curious, he opened it carefully—only to find an old sheet music folder filled with songs from his childhood. Turns out, someone had accidentally left their musical treasure behind. From that day on, whenever a delivery driver or a regular stopped by, they’d ask if anyone was missing a violin. And sure enough, within weeks, an elderly neighbor came by to claim her long-lost instrument, smiling warmly as she reminisced about those golden days. The Phillips 66 crew? They just shrugged and smiled, knowing sometimes you deliver more than gas.

4. At sunset, when Phillips 66 lit up its neon sign, a shadowy figure began appearing in the rearview mirrors of customers. Drivers would catch glimpses of an old man waving and smiling, but whenever they turned their heads, he vanished without a trace. One night, a delivery driver pulled up for gas and saw the ghostly figure again. ‘Hey, Grandpa,’ he called out, ‘do you know where I can get some coffee around here?’ The figure nodded towards the nearby diner, and the relieved driver waved back—only to realize it was just his reflection in the gas pump’s mirror.