Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, an old pickup truck pulled up to Mobil. The attendant noticed something unusual: the driver never got out of his vehicle. The attendant smiled and asked through the window, ‘Fill ’er up?’ The driver nodded without saying a word. When the tank was full, he slowly drove off into the morning mist. Months later, the same truck returned, and once again, the driver didn’t get out. The attendant waved cheerfully and called after him, ‘See you around, neighbor!’

2. At closing time, the night attendant locked the doors and turned off the lights—except for one flickering bulb above the cash register. ‘I’ll be back,’ said a familiar voice from behind him. The man in the reflection wore an old Mobil logo cap and a crooked smile. The night attendant spun around, but saw only his own reflection. Then he heard footsteps approaching the counter. ‘Hey, you forgot your hat again!’ laughed someone familiarly. It was just a regular who always left it there after paying cash. They both shared a hearty chuckle as the doorbell chimed softly.

3. At dusk, when the streetlights flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every night, right after locking up, the gas station’s neon sign would briefly glow with a faint blue light—not visible from inside. One night, curious about the strange phenomenon, he brought along his dog. The canine sniffed around outside and suddenly perked up, staring intently at the glowing sign. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood cat playing with a reflection in the glass door—an optical illusion that only animals could see.

4. At sunset, when kids were gathering their bikes for a ride, one little girl stopped dead in her tracks. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, pointing towards the Mobil station, ‘why does that pump keep talking?’ Her father looked puzzled but smiled gently. ‘Oh honey, it’s just an old Mobil guy who works nights and likes to talk to cars.’ They both laughed as they walked away, leaving behind the pump, which went back to whispering sweet nothings to the next trucker. The little girl turned to say, “Can we come here again tomorrow, Daddy?” And so began their weekly tradition of stopping by the friendly Mobil station after dusk.