Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular stopped by one morning and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever notice how the coffee here tastes different depending on which pump you use?’ The attendant shrugged, not thinking much of it. The attendant smiled wryly. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said, ‘some days it’s like drinking mud, while others it’s almost good.’ A delivery driver chimed in from behind him, ‘Maybe they should just brew one big pot and serve it from a thermos!’ Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe Shell’s coffee was as unpredictable as life itself.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are empty, an old truck pulled up to Shell. The delivery driver yawned and stretched before asking the attendant, 'Do you ever notice how our pumps always seem to run out of coffee?' The attendant smiled knowingly and replied, ‘Of course not, sir—we only sell gasoline here.’ The delivery driver shook his head with a smile, climbed back into his truck, and drove off, muttering something about ‘coffee bandits’ under his breath.

3. At sunset, a delivery driver approached the Shell station with a puzzled look on his face. He parked his van, walked inside, and asked the attendant, 'Why does every box of donuts here taste like gasoline?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Sir, it’s not the donuts that taste like gas—it’s just your truck filling up with petrol fumes.’ The delivery driver nodded sheepishly as he stepped outside, waving goodbye while fanning himself with the receipt. Since then, everyone calls him ‘Gasoline Joe’ whenever they see him around town.

4. At dusk, a delivery driver approached the Shell station with a curious expression. As he walked past the cash register, he noticed something peculiar—a small wooden carousel had mysteriously appeared on the counter. Nobody seemed to pay it any mind, but everyone’s eyes lit up whenever they saw it. Curious, the delivery driver decided to give it a spin. To his surprise, the carousel started playing an old folk tune, and everyone in line began humming along. By the time he paid for gas, the whole station was dancing around the counter—even the neighborhood cat joined in from its perch above. The next morning, everything returned to normal, except maybe a slightly happier atmosphere at the Shell station.