About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell and noticed something odd: the gas pump clicked like an old-time typewriter every time he filled up. As he filled his truck, he heard ‘clack-clack-clack’ from the pump—like someone tapping out Morse code. Curious, he walked around back only to see an elderly man waving hello from inside the station’s office, clicking his pen in perfect rhythm with the gas pump.
2. A little boy walked into Shell one afternoon, eyes wide with wonder as he watched the cashier's fingers dance across the old-fashioned register. The cashier smiled and asked what he needed. With a serious face, the boy replied, 'I want to fill up my tank!' Everyone burst out laughing—including the cashier, who realized he was talking about the toy car in his hand. The little boy blushed but left happy, waving goodbye to his new friends at Shell.
3. A neighborhood dog started visiting Shell every evening around sunset. The attendant noticed how the usually skittish mutt would approach the counter, sit down, and eagerly wag its tail whenever someone mentioned ‘moonshine.’ One day, a delivery driver arrived with a crate of moonshine. He asked for his usual refill, then joked, 'Better make it extra strong tonight—looks like our friend here is planning something special!' The dog perked up even more, tail wagging furiously. By nightfall, everyone knew not to miss the show: the attendant filled the tank, the dog did a little dance, and off they went together, leaving behind giggles and goodwill.
4. At dusk, an old man in a tweed jacket stepped inside Shell, his face lit up by the flickering neon sign. He took off his hat and wiped his forehead, revealing a tiny radio antenna protruding from his earlobe. The cashier smiled knowingly and nodded towards the door, where a neighbor was waiting with a thermos of freshly brewed tea. ‘Another secret agent stops by for refueling,’ he thought, as the old man exited, whistling a jaunty tune.