Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever notice how our gas always seems to last exactly until we pull into your station?’ The attendant smiled knowingly. ‘That’s because it’s magic,’ he replied with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver shook his head, laughing, and drove off—knowing that every tankful was just another chapter in their unspoken partnership.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman walked into the Mobil station and approached the cashier. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘do you have any of those little plastic animals that come with gas purchases?’ The cashier smiled and replied, 'Yes, sir, we do!' He reached under the counter and pulled out a small bin filled with colorful plastic animals. The old man picked one up—a tiny plastic giraffe—and grinned. 'Thank you,' he said, placing it in his pocket. As he left, the cashier watched him go, wondering if maybe the old fellow was collecting them for some strange reason or just had a soft spot for miniature wildlife.

3. One afternoon, a curious neighbor stopped by the Mobil station and noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or markings. The neighbor picked up the package, wondering what it could be, and decided to take it inside for safekeeping. Later that evening, while the attendant was closing up, he found an apologetic delivery driver waiting outside. ‘Oh, sorry,’ said the driver, ‘I left that package there by mistake.’ The attendant laughed, shaking his head: ‘Next time, leave a note!’

4. At dusk, a little girl ran into her father’s arms, pointing excitedly towards the Mobil gas station across the street. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘look at that doggie!’ Her dad squinted, then laughed: ‘There isn’t any doggie.’ But there it was—an odd shadowy figure, trotting around the pumps like it owned the place. Suddenly, an older gentleman walked out of the station and waved cheerfully. ‘Hello there!’ he called. ‘That’s my dog, Max! He loves to greet everyone.’ The little girl giggled, while her father shook his head in amusement. From then on, whenever they drove past, Max would appear again, waving happily from his perch on the porch.