Shell

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Shell, where gas and snacks mix like oil and water, a regular noticed something strange one morning. Among the usual packets of chips and energy drinks on the counter lay an old, dusty book—its cover worn but its title clear: ‘The Complete Guide to Unseen Creatures.’ Curious, he picked it up and flipped through pages filled with drawings of creatures too bizarre for belief. Just as he was about to put it back, a delivery driver asked if he needed help finding anything. With a straight face, our regular whispered, 'Actually, I’m trying to figure out how to catch a unicorn.' The driver laughed so hard he almost spilled coffee on his uniform.

2. At Shell, where gas and snacks mix like oil and water, one foggy morning a delivery driver pulled up with a load of donuts. As he stepped out, he swore he saw a ghostly figure in the mist, reaching for a bag of chips. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe it was just a reflection from the store’s neon sign. But as he turned around, he found himself face-to-face with an old man in a plaid shirt—his next-door neighbor, who’d been waiting for his morning coffee. ‘Thought I saw a ghost,’ muttered the neighbor, grabbing a bag of chips. ‘Must be those new donut fumes getting to you,’ chuckled the delivery guy, shaking his head.

3. At Shell, where gas and snacks mix like oil and water, a little boy pointed excitedly at the ceiling. ‘Mom,’ he whispered, ‘look! The ceiling is winking at us!’ His mom smiled down at him, shaking her head with a laugh. ‘Honey, it’s just the reflection of those funny lights they use here.’ A nearby delivery driver overheard and nodded knowingly. ‘Yep, and it looks like they’re having a party up there!’ Everyone chuckled, and the boy looked back up again, his eyes wide as if waiting for another wink from the ceiling.

4. At Shell, where gas and snacks mix like oil and water, an old delivery driver pulled up one afternoon. As he filled his tank, he spotted something odd in the back of his truck—a small, dusty box labeled ‘Free Samples’. He opened it curiously, finding a note that read: 'Try our new Shell Snacks—free for everyone!' Inside were stale cookies and half-eaten sandwiches. The driver shrugged, took a bite, smiled, and muttered, 'Not bad for free.'