Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he heard an odd announcement over the loud speaker: ‘Attention please—your lucky number for tonight is seven-eleven.’ Ever since then, every customer who stops here seems to leave with more than just gas. As days passed, word spread around town. People started visiting Mobil not just for gas but also hoping to hit their own lucky numbers. One old lady even claimed she won a free coffee every time she filled her tank because her lucky number was always displayed on the sign outside. A regular, standing next to her car, grinned and muttered under his breath, 'Maybe I should try buying lottery tickets here too!'

2. One morning, an elderly gentleman walked into the Mobil station and asked the attendant, ‘Do you know why they call it “mobil”?’ The attendant, puzzled, replied, ‘No sir, I don’t.’ The old man smiled mysteriously and said, ‘Because it moves!’ The attendant laughed heartily and said, ‘Well, sir, now I’ll always remember that!’ A few minutes later, a delivery driver approached the counter and asked, ‘Hey, do you know why they call it “mobil”?’ The attendant grinned and whispered back, ‘Because it moves!’ causing both men to burst out laughing.

3. One day, while pumping gas, a young man noticed something strange on the pump's display: ‘Thank you for choosing Mobil – your tank is now full of good vibes!’ Curious, he drove off and later that night, his car mysteriously started purring like a contented kitten. Word spread quickly among locals, and soon everyone was stopping at Mobil just for the 'good vibes'. Even the local delivery driver remarked, 'I don't know what they put in it, but my truck runs smoother than ever!' The only downside? No one could measure how many miles per gallon these magical vibes gave.

4. One afternoon, while filling her car, a woman overheard the cashier announce over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, our new self-service kiosk is now live—just scan your license for payment!’ A few days later, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a confused expression. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked, ‘where’s my old gas pump?’ The cashier smiled warmly and replied, ‘Oh sir, that was replaced by our fancy new kiosk where you scan your license!’ He nodded slowly, then said, ‘I see… guess I’ll just use mine as ID from now on.’