Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Mobil station’s parking lot—a small wooden box with no label or markings. Curious, he picked it up and found an old-fashioned key inside. The delivery driver shrugged and decided to keep the mysterious key as a souvenir. Over the next few days, whenever he visited the station, he’d try unlocking different doors around the place—only to discover that none of them fit. Finally, one evening, his neighbor stopped by and asked what all the fuss was about. With a grin, the driver showed him the key. ‘That’s my garage door!’ laughed the neighbor, pointing to his own house across the street.

2. One day after closing hours, a night security guard found an unusual item in the Mobil gas station's employee breakroom fridge. It looked like someone had left a mysterious package wrapped in old newspapers and tied with string. As he unwrapped it, he discovered a bottle of homemade jam labeled ‘World’s Best’—accompanied by a note from a local neighbor who’d mistakenly dropped off his breakfast treat instead of at the diner next door. The guard laughed, took a jar home for breakfast, and never told anyone.

3. Late one afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the Mobil gas station for a quick fill-up. As he approached the pumps, he noticed something odd on the ground—a small, dusty teddy bear. Curious, he picked it up and carried it inside. The next morning, the same bear appeared again, now sitting on top of the cash register. The manager shrugged and smiled, placing the bear on a nearby shelf. That evening, as the delivery driver left, he saw the bear waving goodbye from the window. From then on, whenever anyone filled up at Mobil, they’d find a little bear waiting—sometimes dancing, sometimes playing with a toy truck. It became a friendly local tradition, and everyone called him ‘Mr. Gas Station Bear.’

4. At dusk, a little boy approached the Mobil gas station, staring wide-eyed as he watched a shadowy figure fill up a car with gasoline—only it wasn’t moving. Finally, the boy asked, ‘Dad, why is that man filling up a parked car?’ His father smiled and replied, ‘Son, that’s just how they do things here at Mobil.’ The boy nodded solemnly, then ran off to join his friends, never once questioning why cars could mysteriously refuel themselves.