About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At the Shell station in downtown Portland, a regular shouted one morning, ‘Hey, did you see that guy filling up with gas while reading the map?’ The attendant shrugged and said, ‘He does it every Tuesday.’ Finally, an older gentleman approached the counter and asked curiously, ‘Is he always like that?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Yep, just our quiet neighbor who never parks right.’
2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station late one night, fumbling with his keys. Suddenly, he noticed an old man standing by the pumps, whispering into thin air and pointing at the sky. The driver blinked a few times, then laughed softly. ‘Probably just some old guy talking to himself,’ he thought, filling up his tank. As he drove off, he glanced back and saw the man still standing there, waving cheerfully after him. The next day, everyone in town was asking each other if they’d seen the friendly ghost of Shell.’
3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to the Shell gas station, puzzled by a sign on the pump that read: ‘Fill your tank with luck today—pay only if it runs out!’ The delivery driver laughed and filled his tank as usual, thinking nothing of it. Later that day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked curiously, 'Did you hear about the lucky Shell station?' The driver shook his head, and the neighbor replied, smiling, 'I heard they ran out of gas before anyone paid!'
4. At sunset, an old man walked into the Shell gas station, muttering to himself and tapping a strange rhythm on the counter. The attendant raised an eyebrow but said nothing, filling up the tank with a practiced motion. Just as he was finishing, the old man reached into his pocket and pulled out a harmonica, playing along with his earlier rhythm. The music filled the air, blending with the hum of cars outside. When he finished, he paid for the gas, smiled warmly, and left, leaving behind only the lingering notes of his song.