Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an old man parked his car near Shell and walked into the convenience store. As he reached for a pack of cigarettes on the counter, the cashier leaned closer with a mischievous smile: 'Sir, you might want to check your gas cap.' The old man bent down, fumbled with the cap, then stood up laughing sheepishly. ‘Oh, I see,’ he said, ‘I was filling my neighbour’s car again!’ The cashier grinned, shaking his head, as the old man paid for his cigarettes and left, muttering something about needing better eyesight—while his own tank remained empty.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell and noticed something odd. ‘Hey,’ he said aloud, ‘why does that same old pickup truck always park here every Tuesday?’ ‘I’ve been watching him for weeks now,’” the delivery driver mused. “‘He parks there, gets out, stretches, then walks over to the gas pump next door.’” Just as he finished speaking, the pickup truck drove off—leaving behind an empty coffee cup with ‘Regular Unleaded’ scribbled on it in marker.

3. One day, a curious tourist asked a local: ‘Why does everyone call it “the talking gas station”?’ The local smiled and whispered, 'Well, you see, every time someone fills up their tank, they leave a little piece of themselves behind—like an old receipt or a forgotten coin.' A delivery driver chimed in, 'And when it's really windy outside, those bits start flying around like confetti!' The curious tourist laughed, realizing that maybe Shell wasn't just any gas station—it was a place where people left tiny parts of their adventures.

4. A young woman pulled up to Shell one foggy morning. As she filled her tank, she heard someone whispering from inside the gas station. Curious, she glanced around but saw no one. Then, as she was paying, an old man behind the counter whispered, ‘Fill it up, honey—gas is cheaper than coffee!’ She laughed and drove off, wondering if maybe everyone in town was a little too friendly.