Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Shell, where gas meets gossip, one day a regular said to no one in particular, ‘I swear, every time I fill up here, my car talks back.’ A delivery driver overheard and quipped, ‘Maybe your car’s just trying to tell you something!’ Soon enough, everyone started listening when they filled up—waiting for the next wisecrack or advice on life from their tank of gas. At Shell, where gas meets gossip, cars may not talk, but people sure do.

2. At Shell, where gas meets gossip, one morning an old man adjusted his cap and asked the clerk for directions to the nearest park. The clerk smiled and pointed, but then noticed something odd—every time he looked up from his register, the old man's reflection in the mirror seemed to wink back at him. Finally, the old man left, muttering about how parks these days were full of kids who never knew their grandfathers’ generation. Later that day, when a delivery driver filled up his truck, he saw the same clerk scratching his head over the cash register, whispering, ‘I thought I saw that guy wink again…’

3. At Shell, where gas meets gossip, one foggy dawn a delivery driver noticed something odd in the reflection of the pump. Curious, he peered closer and saw, reflected dimly in the pump’s glass, an old man with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Turned out it was just their local handyman, waxing poetic on life while waiting for his car to fill up. At Shell, where gas meets gossip, sometimes the best stories come from unexpected places.

4. At Shell, where gas meets gossip, one night a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, customers—your cars are talking to each other!’ A delivery driver leaned in curiously: ‘What do they say?’ The voice replied, ‘They’re complaining about your driving!’ Everyone laughed, and soon it became a tradition—everyone stopping by for a laugh and a fill-up.