Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the old Mobil station on Route 66, a regular customer noticed something odd one morning. The gas pump seemed to be talking back when he asked it for ‘regular.’ ‘Regular,’” said the man, and the pump replied in a deep voice, “Regular? No problem!” Just then, the nozzle started dancing around like a little robot. Confused but amused, our regular paid with a smile, thinking maybe his car was wired up to the pump after all. As he drove off, a delivery driver waved and shouted, “Hey, I saw that too last week—must be some new feature!”

2. At the old Mobil station in small-town America, a little boy named Timmy kept pointing at the pump nozzles and asking his dad, ‘Why do they change colors when you fill up?’ Finally, Dad laughed and explained that it was just special paint designed to show how much gas had been poured. Timmy nodded thoughtfully, then asked if he could see another color next time. The whole town still talks about how that kid never grew out of being curious—even into adulthood, whenever someone fills up their tank there, they always glance over at those colorful nozzles with a smile.

3. At the old Mobil station in the heart of town, an unusual announcement came over the PA one foggy morning: ‘If you see a unicorn grazing near our pumps, it’s not a prank—just our new mascot for the season!’ Soon enough, customers started bringing their kids and cameras every morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mythical creature. One day, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe we should charge extra for “unicorn gas”!’ A neighbor quipped back, ‘Then I’ll just fill up my car with rainbow dreams!’ And thus, the foggy mornings became a quirky tradition, reminding everyone that sometimes magic is right under your nose.

4. At the old Mobil station near the park, every morning a delivery driver would notice the same thing: a tiny bird would perch on the gas pump handle and stare intently at the nozzle. One day, the driver decided to follow the little fellow’s gaze and discovered that the nozzle was always aimed right at an empty soda can stuck in the ground nearby. The bird seemed to be signaling him to clean up the mess. Afterward, whenever anyone asked why he spent so much time at that particular spot, he’d just smile and say, ‘It’s for the birds.’