About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the lights were dimmed and most customers had gone home, an old man would appear in front of Shell. He’d push a small shopping cart filled with odd items—old newspapers, mismatched buttons, tiny bottles of strange liquids. No one knew who he was or why he came, but every morning, everything disappeared without a trace. One day, a delivery driver noticed him stuffing a big bag into the station’s trash can before leaving. Curious, the next morning the driver peeked inside—and found nothing but a pile of old newspapers and empty bottles. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the mysterious visitor, everyone just shrugged and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Shell’s secret recipe for good luck.’
2. At closing time, as the last customer left Shell gas station, the attendant noticed something strange: ‘Hey,’ he said to himself, ‘I’m pretty sure that sign always pointed east, but now it’s pointing straight up.’ The attendant rubbed his eyes and shook his head. ‘Must be my imagination,’ he muttered. But just then, a regular pulled in for some coffee. ‘Hey,’ he asked, nodding towards the sign, ‘didn’t that thing used to point east?’ The two men laughed, sipping their drinks, while outside the sign continued its mysterious dance, ever so slightly tilted towards the sky.
3. One morning, a delivery driver asked the Shell attendant: 'Why do you always look so surprised when I fill up?' The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Because every time you come in, your truck looks like it’s from another era—ancient technology!’ The driver laughed, realizing he’d been filling up the same old rig for years without noticing.
4. At dawn, when most people were still sleeping, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station. He glanced around suspiciously and whispered, ‘I swear I saw someone filling their tank with coffee.’ The attendant shook his head, laughing softly. ‘Probably just an early riser,’ he muttered, refilling the coffee tank himself. Later that morning, as the delivery driver passed by again, he waved cheerfully at the now-famous coffee station. “Guess you’re open for business after all,” he grinned. The neighbor stopped by later, shaking his head fondly: “Yup, they say it’s not gasoline they sell here—it’s magic!”