Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an old delivery driver pulled up to Mobil with his truck's headlights barely illuminating the gas station sign. As he approached the pumps, something unusual caught his eye—a shadowy figure standing in front of the convenience store. The delivery driver squinted into the darkness, but couldn’t make out any details. Just as he was about to ask what the figure wanted, a friendly voice called from behind the counter: ‘Hey there, can I help you find something?’ Turned out it was just the night manager, who’d been waving hello from inside. The driver laughed and shook his head, muttering, “Next time I’ll bring my flashlight.”

2. At closing time, a regular approached the cashier and asked, ‘Hey, do you ever get strange customers here?’ The cashier shrugged, curious. ‘Just tell me,’ said the man, leaning in conspiratorially, ‘have you noticed that every Wednesday, around midnight, someone comes to fill their tank… backwards?’ The cashier smiled knowingly. ‘Oh yeah, I’ve seen him,’ they replied. ‘He’s our late-night delivery guy—always arrives from behind, fills up his truck, then drives off into the night.’ Everyone laughed, and the regular nodded wisely. ‘See? Just another Mobil mystery!’

3. At dawn, a little girl skipped towards the Mobil station, her eyes wide as she pointed at something on the pump. The attendant squinted into the darkness and saw nothing but the morning mist. With a smile, he asked gently, 'What did you see, sweetie?' The girl giggled, pointing again at an empty gas nozzle. ‘It winked at me!’ she whispered excitedly. The attendant shook his head, laughing softly, and thought to himself, ‘Another day at the Mobil station—where magic still happens.’

4. At sunrise, when most gas stations are quiet, a jogger appeared near the Mobil pump. Each morning, he would stop mid-run, grab a handful of change from his pocket, and ask the attendant for exact change—down to the last penny. One morning, an elderly gentleman approached the cashier with a smile. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘I seem to be short two cents.’ The attendant laughed, knowing exactly what was happening. ‘Sir, you’ve been coming here every day for years, never paying those two cents!’ The old man nodded wisely. ‘Yes, but today I want to make sure my account is balanced perfectly.’