About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked off and the lights dimmed, an old voice would come over the intercom: ‘Last one out, please turn off the stars.’ No one knew who it was or why, but every employee swore they could see tiny twinkles in the sky above the Shell station. One night, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s turning off the stars?’ A quiet voice replied from behind the counter: ‘That’d be me, hon. Just my way of saying goodnight.’ Turned out, it was just the night manager, waving goodbye with her flashlight as she locked up. Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe the stars were simply someone’s friendly wave.
2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell's gas station. As he unlocked his truck door, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the station. Curious, he peered through the window—and saw no one. Suddenly, an old man in a plaid shirt emerged from behind the counter and said, ‘Morning, sonny! Just finishing my morning coffee before heading home.’ The delivery driver blinked, rubbed his eyes, and realized it was actually his own neighbor, who owned the place. They both laughed, and that became their daily ritual—every foggy morning, the neighbor would ‘appear’ at Shell’s until the mist cleared.
3. Late one stormy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell’s gas station. The rain pelted against the windows as he stepped inside for a quick break. On the counter stood an ancient vending machine, its neon sign flickering ominously. As he reached for his favorite candy bar, the machine sputtered and spat out not just one but three snacks—all wrapped in identical silver foil. Confused, the driver unwrapped them only to discover they were all miniature bottles of ketchup. He burst into laughter, realizing it was probably some prankster's idea of a joke. Smiling, he drove off, thinking that maybe, just maybe, life at Shell wasn’t so bad after all.
4. Late one stormy afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell’s gas station. The rain pelted against the windows as he approached the cashier. ‘Do you ever see ghosts here?’ he asked, glancing around nervously. The cashier smiled knowingly and replied, 'Only when the electricity goes out.' A moment later, the lights flickered, and an old man in a trench coat appeared from behind the pumps. 'Hello again,' he said with a twinkle in his eye. Everyone laughed, realizing it was just the neighborhood eccentric who liked to hang out at the station during storms.