Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Shell station’s neon sign flickered on, a young boy would often stop and stare in wonder. The gas pump nozzles seemed to move ever so slightly, as if they were breathing. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘What are you staring at?’ The boy replied excitedly, pointing at the pumps, ‘They’re dancing!’ The driver laughed heartily and said, ‘Son, those aren’t pumps—those are just Shells having a good time.’

2. One morning, while filling up his car, an older gentleman noticed something odd—every time he looked in the mirror, his reflection seemed to be talking to someone behind him. As he turned around, there was no one there but a young delivery driver who just smiled and waved, thinking the old guy had been chatting away to himself. The next day, the same thing happened again, and soon enough, they struck up an unlikely friendship over gas station chatter. Moral of the story? Sometimes Shell isn’t just about fuel—it’s where connections are made.

3. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station for a quick fill-up, he caught an unusual scent—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an elderly gentleman in a plaid shirt busily stirring something on the counter. The aroma grew stronger, almost overwhelming. Just then, the old man turned around with a smile and said, ‘Would you like a cookie while you wait?’ The delivery driver shook his head politely but couldn’t help taking one—after all, it was free! As he drove off, he wondered if all Shell stations had secret bakeries.

4. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station, he noticed a mysterious note taped to the pump: ‘Fill me halfway, and I’ll fill you with laughter tonight.’ Curious, the driver filled the tank halfway. That night, while watching TV, his phone buzzed: 'Your tank’s full of jokes—enjoy your laughathon!' Turns out, an anonymous neighbor had left a playlist of funny videos instead of gasoline.