About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell and noticed something odd on the pump handle—a small wooden carving of an old truck. Curious, he took it inside, where the cashier smiled knowingly and said, ‘That’s been there for years.’ Later that day, another driver asked about the carving. The cashier winked and replied, 'Oh, everyone who asks gets one!' Soon enough, every pump had its own little trophy—an entire fleet of miniature trucks, cars, and even a bicycle. It became Shell's secret charm until someone finally noticed they were running out of space.
2. One day, a curious neighbor walked into Shell and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever notice how our gas pump always seems to be facing exactly east?’ The attendant smiled and shrugged, 'That's just how they install them.' The neighbor shook his head in wonderment, muttering, 'Next time I’ll ask for north-facing gas!' As he left, another customer joked, 'Maybe that's why your car always points east when you're done filling up.'
3. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Shell. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a mix of gasoline and something sweet, almost like cotton candy. The attendant smiled sleepily and asked what he needed. With a yawn, the driver replied, 'Just fill her up,' pointing at his truck. As the gas pumped, the scent grew stronger—now it reminded him of freshly baked cookies. ‘Weird,’ thought the driver, but he shrugged it off. Later that morning, his neighbor knocked on his door, offering warm chocolate chip cookies in exchange for some help moving boxes.’
4. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Shell. The air was thick with exhaust fumes and dimly lit pumps cast eerie shadows. As he stepped inside, the attendant asked him, 'Did you know that every Wednesday at midnight, our gas turns into liquid gold?' Curious, the driver decided to stay for the magical moment. At exactly midnight, the pumps glowed a soft golden hue. He filled his tank—and when morning came, so did a note from the station manager: ‘Sorry for the confusion—our gas is just extra-premium!’ Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next day.