About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps were quiet and the lights dimmed, a delivery driver noticed something strange. Every time he approached the Mobil station’s old gas pump, his dog would start barking uncontrollably, even though there was no one else around. Curious, the driver followed his dog inside the station. There, behind the counter, stood an old cat with piercing green eyes, watching every car that pulled up. The next morning, everyone in town knew why the dog had been so agitated—they named the feline ‘Gas Pump Grump’ for his quirky habit of scaring away customers.
2. At closing time, when the cash register clicks off for the night, a delivery driver noticed something strange. The neon sign above the gas pumps seemed to wink at him every few minutes. Curious, he approached the sign and saw nothing but steady red glow. But from inside his truck, he swore it kept blinking back. Shaking his head with a smile, he shrugged it off as an optical illusion—until the next morning, when everyone in town was talking about how ‘Mobil’ had wished them goodnight last night.
3. At dawn, when the first rays of sunshine touched the gas station's awning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in one of the empty fuel tanks. A small, dusty teddy bear sat perched on top of the pump, its eyes wide open as if watching the morning traffic. The delivery driver picked up the bear and joked, ‘Guess someone’s been waiting for their morning hug!’ He placed it inside the station’s office, where an old neighbor often came to chat over coffee. Later that day, the neighbor found the bear sitting on his desk, wearing a tiny Mobil cap and holding a miniature fuel nozzle. With a smile, he said, “Looks like our little friend finally found his place here.”
4. At midnight, when the gas station’s neon sign flickered faintly, an old man approached the counter. ‘I’ve been coming here for years,’ he said with a smile, ‘but tonight I noticed something strange.’ ‘You know,’ he continued, glancing around as if someone might overhear him, ‘tonight I saw your reflection in the pump number three mirror.’ The attendant laughed and shook his head. ‘Same thing happens every full moon,’ he quipped. The old man nodded wisely, paying for his gas with a knowing smile.