Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked off and the lights dimmed, a voice would come over the intercom: ‘Last one out, please turn off the stars.’ Employees shrugged it off as just another quirky thing about their job until customers started asking if they really had control over the night sky. One night, an elderly neighbor walked in and asked curiously, 'Do you guys really hold up the moon?' The manager smiled and replied, 'No, ma’am, but we do keep the gas prices low!' Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone asked about the stars, they’d just say, 'Ask Mr. Mobil—he knows best.'

2. At closing time one evening, an old man standing alone in front of the gas station said aloud, ‘I’ll bet you’re not even open tomorrow.’ The next morning, sure enough, the sign read ‘Closed for repairs’—but it had been that way ever since. A delivery driver pulled up and asked if they could fill his tank. The attendant shrugged and said, 'Sorry, mate, looks like we're still closed.' The driver laughed and replied, 'No worries, I'll just come back when you're open!' And he did—every day until the sign finally changed.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he noticed something odd—an eerie glow coming from inside the station's darkened office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man dancing around with a flashlight, singing along to some ancient tune on the radio. Turned out the power had gone out, but the generator kept everything else running smoothly—except for the disco lights in the office. Relieved, the driver paid for his gas and left, promising himself never again to visit Mobil stations after midnight.

4. At closing time one evening, a sign flashed on the gas station’s electronic board: ‘If you’re not leaving, why don’t you stay and chat?’ The next day, several locals claimed they saw an old gentleman sitting behind the counter, refilling coffee mugs and striking up conversations with customers. One regular stopped by every morning for his usual fill-up and conversation. One day he asked, ‘Who is that old fellow anyway?’ The attendant shrugged, ‘Don’t know, but he always pays in quarters.’ Another neighbor, a gruff delivery driver, quipped, ‘Figures—must be from the days when gas cost a quarter!’