Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Shell station on Main Street, a regular customer noticed something peculiar one morning. As he filled up his car, he kept glancing at the gas pump, muttering, ‘Why does it always say “Happy Hour”?’ Finally, curious enough, our regular asked the attendant what Happy Hour meant. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, 'It’s when you get more gas for your dollar!' The regular laughed and drove off, shaking his head—obviously, some things are too good to be true.

2. At the Shell station in downtown Chicago, every morning before dawn, a delivery driver would notice an unusual sight. A small dog, no bigger than a pillow, would appear from nowhere and sit patiently next to the gas pump, waiting for someone to scratch its head. One day, a regular customer decided to humor the little dog. He reached down and gently scratched its head, expecting nothing more than a friendly wagging tail. To everyone’s surprise, the tiny canine promptly jumped up onto his shoulder and rode along as he filled his tank—much to the amusement of other drivers gathering around. From then on, it became a daily ritual until one morning when the dog simply vanished into thin air, never to be seen again.

3. At the Shell gas station near sunset, a young employee noticed an old pickup truck pulling up every day around dusk. The driver never got out, just nodded hello and drove away without buying anything. Nobody knew why until one evening, when the gas pump clicked off mid-fill. Finally, the curious attendant asked the silent driver what he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, ‘Just topping off my tank of goodwill before heading home.’ Turns out, it was their neighbor, filling up on kindness instead of fuel.

4. At the Shell gas station, late at night when everything else was quiet, a strange humming sound could be heard coming from beneath the pumps. Curious, a delivery driver approached the source of the noise and discovered an old radio left there years ago. Turns out, every night at midnight, it would start playing soft jazz. Since then, locals joke that Shell’s secret ingredient is not just gasoline but also great tunes.