Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the lights dimmed, an odd humming sound would occasionally fill the air near Mobil station. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, thinking perhaps it was just his imagination until others began reporting the same strange noise. One day, a curious neighbor decided to investigate and discovered that the humming came from an old radio left behind in an abandoned truck. Turns out, every time someone filled up their tank, they’d tune into a classic rock station playing deep into the night. The mystery solved, locals started calling it ‘the Mobil dance party,’ and everyone had a good laugh.

2. One morning, as a delivery driver filled up his truck, he noticed something strange on the gas pump: ‘If you’re reading this, pay only what you think is fair.’ Curious, he drove off—only to return later with exact change. Soon enough, word spread around town. A regular stopped by one day and asked curiously, 'How much do I owe?' The cashier replied, ‘Whatever you feel it’s worth.’ The man paid two dollars more than usual, joking, ‘Better fill your tanks with honesty!’ Ever since then, people kept coming back—not for gas but to leave an extra buck or two in the tank.

3. At closing time one night, a curious customer asked the attendant: ‘Why does the gas pump sometimes whisper my name?’ The attendant smiled and whispered back, ‘Because it’s calling you home, of course!’ The regular laughed and said, ‘Well, that makes sense,’ as he always did, never realizing the gas pumps were just good listeners.

4. One afternoon, while filling up his car, a delivery driver noticed an unusual item in the Mobil’s parking lot—a tiny, handwritten sign that read: ‘Free coffee for cars with license plates ending in an even number.’ Curious, he parked his truck and approached the counter… The attendant smiled and asked him to pull forward. As the delivery driver parked, another customer—a regular—walked out, holding a steaming cup of coffee. He winked at the new arrival and said, ‘Today’s special: free java for even-numbered plates!’ The delivery guy laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering something about quirky gas stations. Later that week, someone painted a small sign on the station’s window: “Odd days—odd joys.”