About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Shell’s pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The gas station clock seemed to tick slower than usual, its hands moving like molasses on a cold morning. Curious, he approached the counter and found it unlocked—an oddity for such an early hour. Inside, the cash register played old jazz tunes instead of ringing prices. A regular customer, dozing behind the till, muttered, ‘Finally, someone here to fill my tank with more than just coffee!’
2. At dawn, when Shell's pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, an old man muttered under his breath as he filled up his car: 'I swear, every morning this gas station knows exactly how much coffee I need.' One morning, a delivery driver pulled up and asked jokingly, ‘Do you know my order today?’ The old man grinned back, ‘Just fill it up—we’ve been doing this for years!’ As the pump clicked off, another neighbor walked in, nodding towards the tank: ‘And don’t forget to top off that truck over there too.’
3. At dawn, when Shell’s pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, a delivery driver pulled up with a truck full of fresh coffee. As he unlocked the door, a familiar voice called out from behind him: ‘Morning, Joe—looks like you’re here early today!’ Joe turned around and grinned. ‘Morning, Mrs. Jenkins,’ he replied. The old lady chuckled, leaning on her cane. ‘I heard your coffee beans were running low again.’ She winked and shuffled off towards the counter, muttering something about needing an early morning pick-me-up. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, knowing that no matter how many times she teased him, he’d always be happy to oblige.
4. At dawn, when Shell’s pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every morning, the same old man appeared from nowhere and filled exactly three cars with gas before vanishing into thin air. Curious, the delivery driver followed him one foggy night—and found himself standing outside his own home, having filled up his car without realizing it. From then on, whenever anyone asked where their mysterious benefactor lived, everyone just shrugged and said, ‘He lives next door.’