Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Shell gas station. The sun had barely risen over the desert, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot. As he approached the counter, the attendant asked him with a smile: ‘Morning! Regular or something new today?’ The delivery driver replied casually, ‘Just fill it up, and while you’re at it, could you check if my tires are still attached?’

2. It was late afternoon, and the Shell station's attendant noticed something peculiar. A regular customer walked in, rubbing his eyes, muttering something about 'the weirdest gas fumes I've ever smelled.' The attendant smiled knowingly. ‘Maybe you’re just sensitive today,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The man shrugged and drove off, only to return an hour later, complaining again. Turns out, it wasn’t the gas—his wife had baked her famous apple pie that morning, filling the whole car with its sweet scent.

3. A curious tourist asked the Shell attendant one morning: ‘I notice you always fill my tank exactly to $3.99. Is that some kind of secret?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Oh no sir, it’s just our special way of saying “thank you” for your custom.’ The tourist nodded thoughtfully, then noticed his friend, a delivery driver, pulling up next to him. ‘Hey,’ he said, pointing at the pump, ‘they’re doing the same thing for you!’ The driver laughed and shook his head, muttering under his breath, ‘Shelling again…’

4. A delivery driver stopped by the Shell station on his way home from work. As he approached the counter, he noticed an old, dusty box sitting next to the cash register. Curious, he picked it up—and inside were dozens of vintage postcards depicting local landmarks. The delivery driver flipped through them, smiling at pictures of old gas stations and quaint shops. Suddenly, one card caught his eye—a faded image of a long-gone ice cream parlor. He showed it to the clerk, who laughed and said, ‘That’s where I used to get my favorite cone!’ They both agreed that sometimes, even old boxes hold more than just dust—sometimes they hold memories.