Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Mobil one morning, frowning as he checked his clipboard. ‘Why is there a bicycle chained to the pump?’ he wondered aloud. ‘I don’t get it,’ said the puzzled driver. A nearby regular approached with a smile, explaining, “Oh, that’s just Mr. Johnson’s bike. He always forgets where he parks.” The driver shook his head and laughed, realizing another day in the life of a small town gas station.”

2. A regular customer entered the Mobil station one afternoon and exclaimed, ‘I just saw something strange outside!’ The attendant looked up from wiping down the counter and asked curiously, ‘What did you see?’ The attendant craned his neck to peer outside and said with a smile, ‘That’s probably just our new sign flashing in the wind.’ A delivery driver passing by chimed in, ‘Or maybe it’s aliens trying to signal us!’ Everyone laughed, and soon enough, an old lady walked in asking for directions. The regular quipped, ‘Guess they missed their turn at the gas station too!’

3. A curious neighbor approached the Mobil gas station late one night, asking aloud, 'Do you think they pump gasoline by moonlight now?' The attendant looked up with a twinkle in his eye and replied, ‘Why, no sir—we only switch to disco music after midnight!’ A hearty laugh filled the air as the neighbor shook his head and walked away, muttering something about young people these days.

4. Late one night, a sleepy motorist pulled into the Mobil station, groggy from driving in the dark. As she stepped out of her car, someone whispered from behind the pump: ‘Excuse me, ma’am—do you know where I can get some coffee that doesn’t taste like gasoline?’ The woman turned around and smiled warmly. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘I’ll fix you up with something better than gas-station coffee.’ She reached into her bag and pulled out a thermos filled with freshly brewed espresso. The man took a sip, his eyes lighting up. ‘Where did you learn to make such amazing coffee?’ he asked. ‘Oh, just an old family recipe,’ she replied, smiling. And so, late-night travelers at the Mobil station began talking about more than just gas prices.