Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Mobil station on Main Street, a regular announced one day, ‘I bet you can’t fill up my car with gas without spilling even once.’ The attendant took the challenge, and ever since then, every morning begins with a tense game of precision. Finally, after months of practice, another customer dared to say, ‘Watch me!’ Only for everyone to see him spill halfway through. The regular laughed so hard he almost needed gas himself. Ever since then, filling up cars at the Mobil station has become an event where skill meets good humor.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Mobil pump one morning, frowning as he checked his load. Suddenly, he noticed something strange—all the bottles in his truck were facing exactly north. He scratched his head and muttered, ‘What the…?’ Just then, an old man walking his dog approached and asked if everything was okay. The driver pointed towards the bottles, perplexed. With a twinkle in his eye, the neighbor replied, ‘Ah, that’s simple! They’re following the magnetic pull of your truck’s metal parts!’ Everyone had a good laugh, and the driver went on his way, realizing it wasn’t a mystery after all.

3. At dusk, a neighbor passing by the Mobil gas station noticed something odd—a faint humming sound like distant bees seemed to come from inside the building. Curious, the neighbor peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—just an old radio playing softly in the office. Suddenly, a delivery driver walked in, nodded at the radio, and said, ‘That thing’s been doing that for years now.’ The neighbor shrugged it off as just another quirky local story, leaving him with one thought: maybe some places really do have their own little secrets.

4. At closing time, an employee locked up the Mobil station and headed home. Passing under the neon sign, he heard a soft voice whisper: 'Fill ’er up!' Curious, he turned around—but saw only the empty street. Smiling, he shrugged it off as his imagination playing tricks. As he walked past again, though, he was certain he felt the warm glow of the neon sign following him down the block. When he got home, his wife teased him for talking to empty gas stations. He just grinned and whispered back, ‘Fill ’er up!’