About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the lights were dim and the pumps hummed softly, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every full moon, an old man in a tweed jacket would appear, paying for gas with a worn-out credit card that never seemed to belong to him. Curious, the driver followed him one night. The old man stopped at the same pump every month, filling up his invisible car until dawn. Turned out he was just topping off his pet rabbit’s tank. A warm smile spread across everyone's faces as they realized the joke behind the mysterious figure.
2. At dawn, when the first rays of sunrise barely touched the gas station’s windows, an old pickup truck pulled up to the pump. The regular always came early, before anyone else stirred awake. But today something unusual happened—every time he filled his tank, the radio tuned itself to the same old country song. Finally, one morning the owner noticed that every time the regular drove off, the volume dropped slightly. Curious, he followed him down the road and saw the delivery driver waving cheerfully from the cab, singing along with his own radio. Turned out it was just a prank between friends.
3. At closing time, when the cashier locked up for the night, she noticed something odd in the rearview mirror of her car—an old coin kept rolling out from under the pump nozzle. Curious, she bent down and picked it up—it was an ancient Russian kopeck, rusty but still shiny. Smiling, she popped it into her purse and drove home. The next morning, a delivery driver found an exact match of that coin on his truck’s dashboard. Turned out, it had been rolling around Mobil since forever, greeting everyone who came for gas.
4. At midnight, when the only light came from the glowing pump numbers, someone asked aloud: ‘Do you ever see him here?’ An old delivery driver shrugged and said, 'See who? The ghost of gasoline past?' Everyone laughed, but then a young employee pointed up towards the ceiling. 'Hey,' he whispered, 'is that…' A cat lazily stretched on top of an air vent, its tail waving like a neon sign. 'Oh, no,’ another voice added, ‘he’s just our neighborhood feline!'