Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Shell, where gas meets gossip, an elderly gentleman approached the counter one morning and asked for directions. ‘Excuse me, sonny,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye, ‘how do I get to the end of this road?’ The attendant smiled warmly and replied, 'You’re already there, sir!' The old man looked around, nodded knowingly, and walked out whistling. From then on, whenever anyone asked for directions at Shell, they’d hear him chuckle, 'Just ask the nice guy behind the pump—he’ll tell you exactly where you are!'

2. At Shell, where sunrise meets the hum of engines, a delivery driver arrived early one foggy morning. As he filled up his truck, he noticed something odd: the reflection of mist in the fuel pump seemed to form faces, grinning and waving. Curious, he leaned closer—only to realize it was just his own reflection distorted by the fog. With a laugh, he finished filling up and drove off, leaving behind him a Shell station with a new legend: ‘Where gas meets ghosts!’

3. At Shell, where cars whisper secrets in the night, a neighbor pulled up late one stormy evening. The neighbor leaned on his horn softly, as if calling for help from beyond the rain. The attendant, half-asleep, squinted at him through the window and said, 'Sir, your tank's full—even cars need some rest!'

4. At Shell, where cars queue for fuel and chatter for company, a regular leaned over and whispered: ‘Did you hear? The guy who fills your tank can also tell you tomorrow’s lottery numbers!’ Another customer, a delivery driver, nodded knowingly. ‘I tried it last week,’ he confided. ‘Bought ten thousand rubles worth of tickets—won nothing.’ A neighbor chimed in, laughing: ‘But man, what a story!’