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 mysterious voice crackled over the Mobil station’s intercom. ‘Fill her up with stars tonight,’ it whispered in a deep, gravelly tone. No one knew who was speaking or why, but every tanker truck driver swore they heard it too. One evening, an old neighbor pulled up and asked curiously, 'Who's talking on that thing?' The voice paused for a moment before whispering, 'Just someone filling your tank with good vibes.' Since then, everyone knows to stop by Mobil for more than just gas—you might get some free starlight too.

2. At closing time, an old truck pulled up to the gas station. The attendant noticed an unusual smile on the face of the delivery driver as he said, 'Fill ‘er up, and don’t forget to check under the hood.' The attendant filled the tank and gave a quick glance under the hood—nothing out of the ordinary. As the truck drove off, he chuckled, thinking it was just another quirky customer. But later that night, while checking the pump, he found a small note stuck inside: ‘Thanks for noticing my secret smile—it’s been there since I got my first Mobil oil change!’

3. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the Mobil’s parking lot—a small wooden box with no label or markings. Inside were stacks of old newspapers from decades ago, each dated exactly one year apart. Curious, he took one out and flipped through it—only to discover that every article was about gas prices rising exactly on his delivery route! Turns out, an elderly neighbor had been secretly collecting these papers for years, thinking they’d help predict future fuel costs. When asked why he never told anyone, he simply smiled and said, ‘Well, I didn’t want to scare away customers.’

4. One foggy morning, a local delivery driver stopped at the Mobil for coffee. ‘Hey,’ he asked the attendant, ‘why does that old pickup always park next to the same pump?’ The attendant shrugged. 'Oh, that's just an old timer,' he said with a smile. 'He’s been coming here every morning for years—same truck, same pump.' The delivery driver chuckled and shook his head. 'Guess I’ll never know then,' he muttered, taking his cup of coffee. And as they both turned away, the old pickup shifted slightly, revealing its license plate: REGULAR.