Shell

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 gas pump handle—a tiny metal key, no bigger than a thumbnail. He shrugged it off as someone’s lost item but couldn’t help picking it up. When he returned inside for coffee, another customer pointed out that same key had appeared in exactly the same spot just yesterday. The manager eventually caught wind of the recurring key and decided to keep an eye on it. Sure enough, after three days, a regular customer sheepishly approached the counter with a smile. ‘Found your little guy,’ he said, holding up the miniature key. Turned out, his grandma used it to open her old photo album—she must’ve dropped it while visiting.’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, Shell became known not only for its fuel but also for occasional lost treasures.

2. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell and found an old, dusty ukulele leaning against the pump. Nobody claimed it, so he took it inside to ask around. The next day, it was gone—and so were several bottles of windshield wiper fluid. A few days later, a neighbor stopped by with a new ukulele case, explaining that his grandson had left it there accidentally. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was payback for the missing wiper fluid. But when he opened the case, it contained only a note: 'Sorry for the prank!'

3. A little boy followed his dad into Shell one day, mesmerized by the spinning sign above the gas pumps. As he pointed excitedly, his father whispered, ‘Watch carefully, son—you might never see it again.’ Suddenly, a delivery driver glanced up from his truck and exclaimed, ‘Hey, look everyone! The sign’s doing its thing!’ The crowd of curious faces turned towards the sky as the neon letters slowly formed the word ‘HELLO’ in big bold letters. A regular whispered to his friend, ‘Guess Dad was right—it only happens once every blue moon.’

4. One night, a curious neighbor walked past Shell and heard a strange humming sound. Was it just his imagination, or did the gas pumps really start dancing after dark? Curious, he peered inside through the window. The pumps were indeed moving gently, as if waltzing in time with some invisible music. A delivery driver passing by laughed and said, 'Must be the wind,' but our neighbor wasn’t so sure. To this day, locals still wonder if Shell’s pumps ever dance when no one’s watching.