About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon sign flickered, a voice came over the loudspeaker: ‘If you see a unicorn in the parking lot, it’s not what you think.’ Ever since then, customers would glance nervously out the window, wondering if they’d caught a glimpse of something magical—or just another late-night hallucination. One evening, an older gentleman walked up to the counter and asked curiously, 'Is that unicorn real?' The attendant smiled knowingly and replied, 'Not anymore than our discounts on weekends.' The man nodded wisely, paid for his gas, and left—never mentioning the unicorn again.
2. In the early morning, before dawn broke over the deserted highway, a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil for a quick fill-up. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty box had appeared among the empty bottles and packets. Curious, he picked it up—it was warm to the touch. Inside the box was an old thermos filled with steaming coffee. The cashier smiled and said, 'Our secret stash for early birds.' The delivery driver took a sip—best coffee he'd ever tasted—and realized why everyone called this place ‘the friendliest gas station around.’
3. At midnight, when the only sound was the hiss of gas being pumped, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you’re waiting for your car to fill up, it might be quicker if you filled yourself up first.’ A delivery driver, halfway through his fill-up, turned around and asked, ‘Excuse me, did you say something?’ The voice repeated its cryptic message. Smiling, he replied, ‘I’ll take that as a sign I’m done.’ And sure enough, his tank was full.
4. At dusk, when the last cars were leaving for home, an old man walked into the Mobil station. He approached the counter without saying a word, picked up a pen from behind the cash register, and began doodling on an empty receipt. Suddenly, he scribbled something that looked like a smiling face with wings. The clerk smiled and asked, ‘What’s that?’ The old man replied softly, ‘It’s an angel, protecting our little gas station.’ Everyone laughed, and soon enough, the drawing became part of their daily routine—an invisible guardian for the Mobil station.