Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at Shell gas station when a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious package. The sun had barely risen over the desert, casting long shadows across the pumps. The delivery driver handed it to the attendant with a wink and whispered, ‘Don’t open that until I’m gone.’ The attendant nodded, curiosity getting the better of him. Later, as the last customer left, he carefully unwrapped the package—only to discover a note reading: “Happy April Fool’s Day from your friendly neighborhood Shell!’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Shell one afternoon with a crate of fresh coffee beans. As he unloaded them, something odd caught his eye—a small, rusty keypad had appeared on the counter. Curious, he scanned it and watched in surprise as the cash register opened automatically. The delivery driver grinned, thinking maybe Shell was trying to reward him for being such a loyal customer. He paid for his usual tank of gas and left, but every time he returned, that mysterious keypad would appear again. Soon enough, word spread among locals who started dropping off random items—candy bars, magazines, even old socks—and watching with amusement as the cash register miraculously accepted everything. It became a quirky neighborhood tradition until one day, an employee confessed: 'It’s just our way of saying thanks!'

3. At Shell gas station, a little boy pointed excitedly at something in the sky and exclaimed, ‘Dad, look! Is that a UFO?’ His dad just shook his head, but everyone else stared up too—until they saw what looked like a giant glowing marshmallow slowly descending towards the roof. Suddenly, an old delivery driver chuckled and said, ‘Nah, sonny, it’s just our new neon sign!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing their mistake. The boy shrugged and asked if he could have one for his birthday—much to everyone’s amusement.

4. At Shell gas station, a neighbor shouted suddenly, ‘Hey, look everyone—gas pumps talking!’ Everyone turned around, but all that could be heard were usual hums and clicks. A delivery driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Probably just those old pumps trying to tell each other stories.’ The neighbor grinned and said, ‘Next time I’ll bring my tape recorder!’ And they all went back to their cars with a good laugh.