Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At the Mobil station on Route 66, something strange began happening late at night. A regular would pull up, grab a cup of coffee, and ask the same question every time: ‘Do you think gas tanks can dream?’ One night, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off behind the wheel and pulled into the station. The regular asked him, half-joking, if he’d ever considered that his tank might be having bad dreams. The driver nodded sleepily and replied, ‘I’m pretty sure it’s been having nightmares since I filled it last!’ Everyone laughed so hard they almost forgot to pay for the gas.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, an old pickup truck pulled up to the Mobil pump. The regular always paid cash and left before sunrise, but today he lingered over his coffee. Suddenly, the radio blared out a song no one had heard in years. Finally, the old man finished his coffee, paid with a crumpled bill, and drove off. As he left, everyone noticed that the song on the radio was ‘Don’t Stop Believin’—a hit from decades ago. The clerk smiled, shaking his head: 'Guess that’s our secret morning anthem now.'

3. At midnight, when the Mobil station's neon sign flickered softly, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every hour on the hour, the gas pumps would briefly glow with a faint blue light. Curious, he approached one of the glowing pumps and touched it gently—nothing happened except for a sudden burst of cold air. The next morning, everyone in town was talking about it. A regular customer joked that maybe the station had installed some new energy-efficient lights. But nobody believed him until they saw the blue glow themselves. From then on, whenever someone filled up their tank, they’d whisper, 'Did you see that?' And the Mobil station became known not just for its gas but also for its mysterious nightly display.

4. At midnight, when the Mobil station’s neon sign glowed eerily in the dark, a delivery driver noticed a mysterious figure refueling without paying. The voice over the intercom asked, ‘Sir, would you like to join our frequent fill-up club?’ The delivery driver shrugged and replied, 'No thanks, I’m good with just filling up my tank.' Suddenly, the mysterious figure turned around—it was their next-door neighbor, who’d forgotten his wallet again. They both laughed, and from then on, whenever someone didn’t pay, the owner simply said, ‘Welcome back, neighbor!’