About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to the Mobil station. The air was crisp and still, not quite dawn yet. As he filled his tank, he noticed something odd: the gas pump seemed to be glowing faintly in the pre-dawn light. As he leaned closer, he saw that it wasn’t actually glowing—it was just reflecting the neon sign from the nearby diner. With a laugh, he finished filling up and drove off, muttering to himself, ‘Another slow morning at Mobil.’ Little did he know, his neighbor had already been there for coffee and was now waiting for him at the counter.
2. It was just past midnight on a Friday when a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil, his headlights cutting through the eerie silence of the deserted street. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd—an old man in a tattered coat was standing motionless near the gas pumps. The old man didn’t move an inch as the driver approached. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘do you need help?’ The man nodded and pointed towards one of the pumps. After filling up, the driver turned around—and found himself face-to-face with his own next-door neighbor, who had been pretending to be a ghostly figure for a practical joke. They both burst into laughter, realizing that sometimes life is stranger than fiction.
3. It was early in the morning, and a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil, noticing something odd. A small dog, normally shy around strangers, bounded towards him, wagging its tail furiously—until it sniffed the gas pump. The delivery driver scratched his head, puzzled but amused. The little dog kept sniffing, then suddenly sat down and started licking the nozzle like it was a treat. A neighbor passing by laughed and said, ‘Looks like Fluffy found her new favorite toy!’
4. It was late afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil. ‘Finally,’ he muttered, checking his watch. ‘The gas station that never closes.’ He parked his truck and walked inside, expecting the usual formality of filling out a logbook. Instead, an old man behind the counter smiled warmly and said, 'Welcome home, delivery driver!' Turned out Mobil had been open for decades—just for him.