Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another morning at Shell gas station when a delivery driver pulled up with a grin on his face. He approached the counter and asked for change, only to discover that every time he filled his tank here, the exact amount of coins always appeared in the cash register. Finally curious, the manager decided to check the register himself one day. To his surprise, it was empty—completely devoid of any coins. Turned out, the delivery driver had been secretly filling up the gas tank with water from his own truck, while everyone else thought the magical station was doing its thing.

2. At Shell gas station, a delivery driver pulled up one afternoon with an unusual request. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked the attendant, ‘can you tell me how to get to Heaven?’ The attendant smiled and replied, 'Well, sir, if I knew exactly where Heaven was, I'd be there myself!' The delivery driver nodded thoughtfully, then said, 'Thanks anyway,' and drove off. From that day on, whenever anyone asked for directions to Heaven at Shell, the attendant would simply say, 'Head north until you see God, but remember to stop for gas first.'

3. At dawn, when most stations were still quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Shell gas station with something unusual in his truck. As he approached the counter, he sheepishly explained that his dog had decided to join him for the ride and had fallen asleep in the backseat. The attendant smiled and offered to wake the canine passenger while the man paid for his gas. Later that day, a neighbor saw the delivery driver walking home, followed by an enormous golden retriever who kept glancing over its shoulder with a mischievous grin.

4. At Shell gas station, a delivery driver pulled up one day with something odd in his hands—a live parrot squawking loudly. The attendant looked puzzled but smiled and said, ‘We don’t usually serve birds here!’ The delivery driver shrugged, laughing nervously, while the parrot kept chirping, demanding attention. Finally, an old neighbor walked by, took one look at the bird, and declared, ‘Oh that’s just Pete. He gets lost every now and then.’ And indeed, after a few minutes, out popped Pete from behind the counter, sheepishly wiping his hands on his shirt.