Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil and noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound coming from inside the gas station. Curious, he popped open the door, only to see rows of old radios tuned to static, their dials spinning in perfect sync. Suddenly, one radio crackled to life, playing an old folk tune. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was just an amusing quirk. But then, another voice came through: 'Hey there, stranger! Welcome to our little station!' A friendly neighbor emerged from behind the counter, offering him a warm cup of coffee. From that day on, whenever someone needed help or company, they knew where to find Mobil—the place with music, camaraderie, and always good fuel.

2. One afternoon, a little girl ran into her mom shouting, ‘Look, Mom, there’s a dinosaur standing outside Mobil!’ Her mother peered out the window but saw only an old man adjusting the gas pump. The mother smiled and said, 'Honey, that's just Mr. Jenkins from down the street helping with the pumps.' The little girl nodded thoughtfully before running off again, yelling, 'But he looks so big and scary!' The whole neighborhood chuckled as Mr. Jenkins continued his work, oblivious to his temporary dinosaur reputation.

3. At dawn one day, an early bird filling up his truck saw something peculiar—a mysterious shadowy figure reflected in the gas station's window. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Suddenly, the reflection moved closer, and a gruff voice whispered, ‘Fill her up, old man.’ Startled, our hero glanced into the mirror again—only to see his own reflection smiling back. Turns out, it was just him, leaning on the pump with a coffee cup in hand.

4. At midnight, when most gas stations are quiet, a lone car pulled into the Mobil station. The attendant glanced up from his book, puzzled by the unusual hour visitor. Just as the attendant was about to ask why someone would stop here so late, he noticed an old man slowly climbing out of the car. ‘I’m sorry,’ said the elderly gentleman with a twinkle in his eye, ‘but I forgot my key fob at home and now can’t open my car.’ The attendant smiled and shook his head, reaching for his phone to call a neighbor who could help. Turns out, it was just another night at the Mobil station—except this time, the regular was really just a forgetful grandfather.