Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station’s neon lights flickered on, a young boy walking home from school would stop and stare in wonder. The pump handles seemed to move ever so slightly as if someone were filling up invisible cars. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled up, scratching his head. ‘I’ve seen everything here,’ he said, ‘but never anything like that!’ Just then, the handle stopped moving, and everyone burst out laughing—except maybe the poor kid, who thought it was real until his mom explained it was just Shell’s magical pumps.’

2. At dawn, while a delivery driver filled up his truck, he noticed something odd—an old radio inside the Shell booth played an endless loop of ‘Yesterday’ by The Beatles. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another quirky Shell story and went on his way. Months later, sitting in a café nearby, he overheard two neighbors discussing how their morning routine now included listening to that same Beatles song while filling up at Shell. Turning to each other, they smiled and said, ‘Must be good karma.’

3. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his truck, he spotted an old, dusty guitar case leaning against the Shell pump. Curious, he opened it and found a harmonica inside—a vintage one, with no name or label. He blew into it gently—nothing happened. Then, just as he was about to give up, a soft, clear note emerged. Word spread quickly around town, and soon everyone came to see the magical harmonica. Turns out, it only played for those who truly needed a tune on their day. The delivery driver kept it in his truck’s glove compartment, playing it whenever he felt down, and it never failed to lift his spirits.

4. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell to refuel his truck. As he stepped inside for a quick coffee, he noticed an old, dusty toolbox sitting in the corner of the convenience store. Curious, he picked it up and found it weighed nothing. Upon closer inspection, he discovered dozens of tiny notes inside, each with a different wish or dream scribbled on them. Smiling, he decided to keep one note: 'Win the lottery!' Two days later, he did just that—on scratchcards, not actually at the lottery. The rest of the wishes? They never came true… but everyone at work started bringing him their own little dreams, turning Shell into a place where wishes were shared, not forgotten.'