Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Shell station on Route 66, a delivery driver once asked curiously: ‘Why does the gas pump always stop at exactly $3.14 per gallon?’ The attendant smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘Because it’s an approximation of pi, my friend.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, puzzled, until a nearby neighbor chimed in, laughing: “He means it’s three dollars and fourteen cents, dummy!” Everyone burst out laughing, and from then on, whenever anyone asked, they’d just say, ‘It’s magic!’

2. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell station, puzzled by the sound of laughter coming from inside. As he peered through the window, he saw an old man dancing around the counter, singing along to an ancient radio. Turns out, it was just an early-morning routine for the station’s owner—a regular sight for neighbors who’d often join in. The delivery driver smiled, shook his head, and left with a friendly wave, thinking to himself that some places never change.

3. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled into the Shell station for gas. Spotting something odd in the parking lot, he bent down to investigate—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper, with no return address. Curious, he carefully unwrapped it and found inside an old thermos filled with hot chocolate. A note read: ‘For your cold nights.’ Turns out, it was from a kind neighbor who’d been watching over him after hours.

4. At sunset, a delivery driver stopped at the Shell station for fuel. While pumping gas, he noticed an old, dusty bicycle leaning against the pump. Curious, he picked it up—it felt lighter than expected and had no tires or brakes. 'What’s this doing here?' he wondered aloud. As he examined it closer, he saw that the bike was decorated with tiny flags from countries around the world—even one from Antarctica! Confused but intrigued, he placed the bike back where he found it. Later that night, while filling his tank again, he heard someone whispering behind him. Turning around, he saw only the empty lot and the ghostly silhouette of an old bicycle, waving its flagged handlebars in the wind.