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BP does not own the stations in Ohio


I always get amused by those who decide they want to make a comment and insult my intelligence here and not leave me a clue as to what their identity is. Early this morning one such person did just that. Here is what this person wrote:
"Yeah smart move boycott BP and put American workers out of work. BP are independently owned and operated by small business owners here in Ohio. You never cease to amaze me with your lack of knowledge."

Now I would consider this constructive criticism until I look at the last sentence. Obviously one of the message board posters who probably misses my presence there. But hey, I can use all the readers I can get! Gives people another view besides the one of the host of the afternoon show at the 50,000 blowtorch coming out of Independence.

Now after doing some research, I say this person is right about one thing: All BP stations in Ohio are franchises, owned by people other than BP. However, the gas still comes from BP.

Now most of these stations are convenience stores as well and it is a well known fact that all other items in this store have a larger profit margin than gasoline, which nets the station owner 10 cents a gallon. And if the station is one that still has a service bay and the mechanic is one you trust, keep on using his service. Just fill your tank at Marathon or Sunoco before going there.

Just my way of trying to keep people employed slightly above poverty level.

Comments

Mike Golch said…
My question is the franchizes bought from BP? if so ythe owners are paying fees to keep their franchises.thus BP is the unltimate owners of these stations.
Ben said…
When I start reading comments on the "public" blogs, I get depressed about the absolute loss of civility. I mean, people come off as being really mean. Why can't they just make their points instead of calling each other whatever word they can get away with? I don't get it. And anyhow, you don't put anyone out of work because you have to buy gas SOMEWHERE. It's not like you quit buying gas or even cut down. You just go down the road.
Anonymous said…
WIXY is as phony as a 3 dollar bill. He takes shots at various people on the message boards then cries foul when they defend themselves against him. As I said he is as phony as a $3 bill.
J. Moses said…
I'd respond to the anon above, but...no. I'll restrain myself.
J. Moses said…
For the record, however, I don't buy BP gas (I don't drive = no reason to) but I DO go to the BP down the street and usually buy two 20 ounce bottles of Tradewinds Extra Sweet Tea. Not exactly healthy, but hey, better tasting than some energy drinks (5 Hour Energy)...
Cliff said…
Who was crying foul? I even gave you some props when I did some research. Thanks for reading my blog and tell Triv I said hi!

Jeremy, you probably put more into the pocket of the owner of that station than BP's pocket by buying the tea. That's a good thing.

Most places that I have frequented even before the gulf incident sell Marathon products. Marathon is based in Findlay, Ohio.
YEKIMI said…
And Speedway is also a "Marathon" brand

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