About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the Shell station closed its doors, a soft voice would come over the intercom: ‘Remember to check your mirrors three times before leaving.’ Employees and locals shrugged it off as nothing more than static until one morning, a delivery driver found his rearview mirror suspiciously clean. Soon enough, everyone in town started checking their mirrors three times before driving off—even if they hadn’t filled up at Shell. It became part of the local routine, like saying hello to the mailman or waving to the baker. One day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked, ‘Why do you always look so carefully in that mirror?’ The driver replied with a smile, ‘Just following orders from Shell!’
2. At dawn, when the Shell station opened its gates, an old sign appeared above the cash register: ‘Fill up and smile—we pay in change!’ Soon enough, customers started leaving with more than just gas. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up, grumbling about his long shift. After filling up, he noticed a pile of nickels and dimes on the counter. Smiling broadly, he asked, 'Is this my change?' The attendant shook his head: 'No sir, those are your tips!'
3. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Shell station’s parking lot—a small wooden bench with a handwritten sign that read ‘Sit for five minutes and wish upon the next car.’ Curious, he sat down, and sure enough, exactly five minutes later, a vintage Mustang pulled up. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking it was just some local prankster having fun. The next day, though, another coworker spotted the same bench and decided to give it a try. Five minutes later, an old lady driving her electric scooter parked right beside him—clearly not the classic car everyone expected. Since then, whenever anyone sees the bench, they know it’s worth sitting for five minutes, never knowing who or what might show up next.
4. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, a mysterious voice crackled over the Shell station’s intercom. ‘Your tank is singing,’ it said, ‘and you’re not listening.’ One night, an old man pulled up and asked the attendant, ‘What does “singing” mean?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Sir, that’s just our way of saying your engine sounds happy.’ The next day, everyone in town heard him telling his friends, ‘I filled up my tank last night, and boy, did it ever sing!’