Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed an old, dusty hat sitting on the counter of Shell gas station. He picked it up and shrugged—it looked like something someone had left behind. But every time he drove off, the hat mysteriously reappeared. Finally, one day a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who keeps leaving that hat here?’ The owner smiled and replied, ‘Why, that’s my great-grandfather’s lucky hat. It always brings customers back.’ And indeed, after that story spread around town, Shell started getting more visitors than ever—all for a little old hat.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell and flipped on his headlights. But instead of the usual hum of the pumps, he heard a low, steady thrumming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered inside through the window and saw an old man dancing around the cash register, humming along with the strange rhythm. Turned out, it was just an elderly customer celebrating his birthday, using the gas station as his dance floor. The delivery driver left smiling, thinking, ‘That’s one way to keep the pumps company.’

3. A little girl walked into the Shell station, her eyes wide with wonder as she pointed at something on the pump. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why is there a tiny plastic dinosaur stuck in the gas nozzle?’ The mother smiled and knelt down to explain, 'Honey, it's not a real dinosaur—it's just a toy that got stuck.' A nearby delivery driver chimed in, 'Must be from one of those toy-giving gas stations!' Everyone laughed, and the little girl giggled, happy to know it wasn't something scary.

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell and noticed something strange—a soft humming sound like bees, but coming from inside the gas pumps. Curious, he peered closer and saw tiny lights dancing around the nozzles. Just as he reached for his phone, an old man walked out of the shadows, muttering, ‘Same time tomorrow, my boy.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as an odd dream until he heard that same humming every morning—until finally, his neighbor confessed: she’d been practicing her new beekeeping hobby near the pumps.