About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the Shell station in downtown Springfield, every morning around sunrise, an old man would appear out of nowhere. ‘Fill ’er up,’ he’d say, pointing at the pump, but no one ever saw him leave. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Sir, may I ask how long you’ve been filling up here?’ The ghostly figure replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Since they opened this place back in 1958.’ The driver shook his head and laughed, thinking it was just another friendly old-timer—until he noticed everyone else smiling too.
2. At the Shell station on Route 66, a delivery driver always pulled up just after midnight. He’d grab a cup of coffee from the attendant and then disappear into the restroom for exactly twenty minutes before heading out again. Finally one night, an old neighbor decided to join him. After twenty minutes, both emerged with identical bags under their eyes—turns out they were napping in the warm bathroom. The next morning, the manager found them snoring softly over a stack of newspapers, completely oblivious to the line of cars waiting outside.
3. At the Shell gas station off Interstate 80, a delivery driver always pulled up just before closing time. One day, he noticed something odd—an old coin collection had mysteriously appeared in the shopping cart left behind by a regular. The next morning, the manager found an ancient silver dollar and a note that read: ‘Thanks for the last-minute fill-up! –A Grateful Neighbor.’ Turns out, it was the same regular who’d been stopping there for years. The delivery driver grinned, realizing he’d become part of Shell’s quirky legend.
4. At the Shell station near the old bridge, a delivery driver always pulled up after midnight. One night, he noticed something odd—a strange package wrapped in brown paper had appeared inside the empty fuel tank. Curious, the driver tipped the tank and watched as the package tumbled out onto the pavement. Turned out it was just an old cardboard box filled with leftover donuts from the local bakery. The next morning, his neighbor joked, ‘Hey, thanks for picking up our late-night snack!’