Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Shell station on Main Street, a regular shouted one morning, ‘Hey, look at that!’ Everyone turned to see an old man filling up his car while humming an unfamiliar tune. Since then, every weekday at precisely 9:15 AM, the same man appears, singing softly as he pumps gas. One day, a delivery driver joined in the chorus, thinking it was the local jingle for Shell. The old man shot him a puzzled glance and asked, 'Mate, do you know the words to “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad”?' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing the song had been stuck in everyone’s head for years.

2. At the Shell station in Old Town, every afternoon around three, a faint whistling sound could be heard from the pump area. No one knew where it came from or why, but everyone agreed—it sounded like someone playing ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’ on an old tin whistle. One day, a delivery driver stopped to investigate and claimed he heard the tune coming from his own truck’s fuel cap. Another neighbor insisted it was her parrot practicing its whistling skills. Soon enough, the whole town gathered at the station just to listen—everyone agreed it brought them together for a good laugh. The whistling eventually faded away as mysteriously as it had begun, leaving behind only warm memories of those afternoons.

3. At the Shell gas station near the park, a little boy pointed excitedly and asked his dad, 'Dad, why does that car's shadow always disappear when it pulls up?' The father smiled and replied, ‘Son, that's because when cars pull up here, they enter a magical zone where shadows don't exist.’ A nearby delivery driver chimed in with a laugh, ‘Or maybe,’ he said, ‘it’s just the angle of the sun hitting the parking lot!’ The little boy nodded thoughtfully before running off to play, leaving everyone with a warm smile on their faces.

4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station. He noticed something odd: the pump numbers seemed to change by themselves. Curious, he leaned in closer and saw that each time he looked away, the price per liter flipped like some digital prankster was having fun. Finally, exasperated, he asked his neighbor for help. The old man just chuckled, winked, and said, ‘That’s just how Shell keeps us on our toes!’