About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk, when Shell’s neon sign flickered on, an old man in a tweed coat always lingered outside. He never entered or bought anything, just stood there, whispering something into the wind. One night, a delivery driver noticed him and asked what he was doing. The old man smiled enigmatically and replied, ‘I’m waiting for my reflection to fill up.’ They both laughed until another customer remarked, ‘You should try the coffee inside—it’s pretty good!’
2. At closing time, when Shell's pumps clicked off for the night, a small dog would appear from nowhere and dash towards the gas station's front door. Employees watched curiously as he sniffed around the entrance, then disappeared just as mysteriously. One evening, an old delivery driver asked the manager, ‘Who’s that little dog?’ The manager shrugged, smiling. Next day, the dog appeared again—this time wearing a tiny nametag reading ‘Shell’s Secret Helper.’ As employees laughed, they noticed the dog always seemed to vanish right before a customer needed help with their pump. It turned out the dog was just a friendly neighborhood mutt who loved watching over things after hours.
3. On foggy mornings, when Shell’s gas station lights were the only ones illuminating the deserted street, a mysterious figure would appear from behind the mist and fill up exactly one gallon of premium gasoline before vanishing into thin air. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by to ask if anyone had seen his dog, who’d gone missing during a storm. The attendant shrugged, ‘He must’ve filled up on fog and vanished!’ Everyone laughed, including the dog, who suddenly appeared from behind the counter with a dripping hose in his mouth.
4. At midnight, when Shell’s pump lights glowed eerily bright, a delivery driver swore he saw a shadowy figure filling up an invisible car. Curious, the delivery driver approached closer and noticed that the shadow was just his neighbor, filling up his own invisible vehicle. They both laughed it off, realizing that sometimes late-night imaginations can be quite mischievous.