Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station attendant left for the day, a regular noticed something strange happening near the pumps. A small dog would approach the nozzle, sniff it curiously, then sit down and wait patiently until morning. Finally curious, the regular followed the dog one evening. It led him to an old crate behind the station filled with discarded toys and bones. Turns out, the dog was just a friendly neighborhood mutt who thought the pump nozzles were his new favorite chew toys. The next morning, everyone laughed over coffee as the dog trotted off with a plastic nozzle in his mouth.

2. At closing time, a little girl approached the Mobil pump, pointing and whispering excitedly to her mother. ‘Look, Mom,’ she said, ‘the gas pump waves!’ The mother smiled and knelt down, gently shaking her head. 'No, honey,' she whispered, 'it’s just the light from inside reflecting off the pump.' The little girl tilted her head thoughtfully, then giggled and ran off with her mom. As they walked away, an old man in a pickup truck chuckled and muttered, 'Kids these days see ghosts everywhere!'

3. In the early morning fog, before dawn broke over the city, a delivery driver pulled up to the Mobil station. As he filled his truck, he heard a soft humming from inside the gas pumps. Curious, he leaned in closer and saw an old man with a straw hat smiling back at him from behind the pump. ‘Morning,’ said the stranger, handing him a warm cup of coffee. ‘Thanks, mate,’ replied the driver, taking a sip—only to realize it was lukewarm and had been sitting there for ages. Turns out, the humming was just an ancient gas pump’s way of saying hello.’

4. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Mobil station. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd on the ground near the pumps—a small plastic dinosaur, its paint peeling in the sun. Curious, he picked it up and smiled—an old toy from his childhood. He placed it back exactly where he found it, thinking maybe someone’s kid had dropped it earlier. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked over, smiling warmly. ‘Ah, good man,’ said the neighbor. ‘That’s our little Fred here. Thanks for putting him back.’