Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell for his usual fill-up. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper sat on the cashier’s desk. Curious, he asked if it belonged to anyone. The cashier shook her head and shrugged. The cashier smiled mysteriously and said, ‘It must be from our secret supplier.’ They both laughed, and the delivery driver shrugged it off as another quirky Shell story. Little did they know that every now and then, an anonymous benefactor left little gifts for loyal customers—until one day, when the box contained a free cup of coffee for everyone!’

2. A local artist stopped by Shell one afternoon to pick up some supplies. As he filled up his canvases with paint, he noticed something strange on the gas pump: a tiny fingerprint appeared and disappeared every time someone paid cash. Curious, our artist asked the attendant if anyone else had seen it. The guy just shrugged and said, ‘Oh yeah, that’s old man Jenkins’ thumbprint—he always pays cash.’ Everyone laughed, including the artist who realized he’d been staring at an elderly gentleman’s fingerprint for hours. Moral of the story? Sometimes art is right under your nose—and sometimes so are funny stories.

3. A neighborhood kid was pushing his bike past Shell when he noticed something odd in the recycling bin. Curious, he picked it up—it turned out to be an old, rusted keychain with a tiny golden statue of Uncle Sam. He showed it around to friends, and soon everyone was talking about ‘Uncle Sam’s Secret Keychain Club.’ One day, a delivery driver found a miniature Statue of Liberty, while another neighbor discovered a little bald eagle. It became a fun game for locals—who knew what historical figure would turn up next? Eventually, someone even found a tiny Abraham Lincoln wearing a top hat. The whole town laughed and Shell became known as the place where history literally came to light.

4. One night, an old man parked his car at Shell and walked inside. The clerk asked if everything was okay—he had just heard a strange humming sound coming from the engine. 'Oh, that?' replied the man with a smile. ‘That’s just my car singing its favorite song.' The clerk smiled back, amused but not alarmed. He shrugged and said, ‘Well, every car has its own tune.’ Just then, another customer—a delivery driver—walked in complaining about his truck playing ‘Killing Me Softly’ non-stop. The old man laughed heartily, shook his head, and left, leaving behind only laughter and curious stares.