About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Shell station’s parking lot—a mysterious wooden crate, wrapped in old tarp and chained shut. No one seemed to notice or care, but every day it grew larger until finally… Finally, someone asked what was inside, and when they cut open the chains, out popped a giant talking parrot that greeted everyone with ‘Fill ’er up!’ Every morning after that, customers lined up just for its jokes.
2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station and noticed an old man whispering into his coffee cup. Curious, he parked his truck and approached the counter. ‘Morning,’ said the delivery driver with a smile. The old man looked up, still muttering under his breath. ‘Same old blend, I hope?’ asked the attendant. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Just adding a little something special today.’ They both laughed as the driver filled up his tank—little did he know that his coffee was now officially cursed or blessed, depending on whose story you believe!’
3. One night, a delivery driver stopped at the Shell station for some coffee. As he walked back to his truck, he spotted an old, dusty guitar leaning against the pump. Curious, he picked it up—it played a single note when touched, as if tuned perfectly to the station's neon sign. Smiling, he strummed a few more notes and found they matched the rhythm of the station’s music. That night, Shell became the town’s unofficial jukebox, attracting neighbors who’d drop in just to hear what tune would play next. The delivery driver? He never did figure out whose guitar it was—but he always kept a spare key hidden under the counter, just in case someone came looking.
4. At dawn one day, a delivery driver pulled into the Shell station's deserted lot. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—like fresh-baked cookies mixed with gasoline fumes. Curious, he got out of his truck only to discover that the aroma seemed to follow him wherever he walked. Suddenly, he noticed a small sign on the pump: ‘Freshly Baked Cookies – $0.50.’ Smiling, he paid and took two packets, then popped open one on the spot. To his surprise, it tasted exactly like the smell he'd been following—a perfect blend of cookie dough and gas! From that day on, whenever anyone asked for directions in town, they’d hear, 'Just head towards the place where you can smell freshly baked cookies from miles away!'