Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while filling up his truck, a delivery driver noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside Shell’s gas station. It grew louder with each pump, like something out of a sci-fi movie. Curious neighbors soon joined him, but no one could figure out its source. Finally, an old mechanic named Mr. Fixit showed up and declared, ‘That noise? Just my great-great-grandpa’s old radio, stuck in the wall!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another quirky part of Shell’s charm. The delivery driver even bought a coffee as thanks for the morning entertainment.

2. While pumping gas one evening, a neighbor wondered aloud if Shell could fill your tank with more than just fuel. As he pondered, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked if anyone knew how to get extra miles for free. The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Ask Shell, but don’t expect a full tank of gasoline!’

3. On a foggy morning, as customers were trickling in for their daily fix of coffee and gas, someone noticed that the Shell sign seemed to blink differently each time they looked away. Curious, a regular asked if it was just him or did everyone see it. A delivery driver shrugged, thinking maybe his eyes were playing tricks. Then an old neighbor chimed in, 'I’ve been coming here for years, and every time I fill up, that sign winks at me!' Everyone laughed, realizing it wasn’t anything serious—just another quirky thing about their local Shell station.

4. While filling up her car, a woman glanced down and nearly dropped her credit card—there, on the pump handle, was a tiny plastic dinosaur. She laughed it off until she saw another one, then another, scattered around the station like prehistoric fossils waiting to be discovered. As she counted them, she noticed more and more little dinosaurs appearing from under cars and behind pumps. Soon, everyone in line was pointing and laughing, including an old man who declared, ‘They must’ve been hiding there since the station opened back in 1957!’ By the time she left, our heroine had collected quite a collection—and a story to tell her grandkids.