Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the gas station’s neon lights were on full blast, a little boy would come running towards the Mobil pump. His parents tried everything—asking him questions, offering treats—but nothing could stop his excitement until they saw what he saw: every evening, right before closing time, a shadowy figure appeared briefly in the reflection of the fuel tank. Finally, one day an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Son, what do you see that makes you run so fast here?’ The boy looked up with wide eyes and whispered, ‘I see Santa Claus filling up his sleigh!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just the reflection of the moon on the fuel tank.

2. At midnight, when the gas station’s pumps hummed softly in the quiet, an old man approached the counter with a mysterious smile. ‘Fill it up,’ he said, ‘but only if you can count to infinity.’ The cashier blinked and replied, ‘I can do that easily!’ The cashier grinned back, confidently counting aloud: 'One… two… three…' The old man nodded approvingly as the tank filled up. Suddenly, the cashier paused mid-sentence, realizing something was amiss. With a sheepish smile, he admitted, 'Infinity minus one, I guess?' The old man chuckled and drove off into the night, leaving behind a full tank—and a perplexed but satisfied cashier.

3. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil and asked the attendant, ‘Why does your pump always say “Fill me with mystery”?’ The attendant smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Because every tanker truck is filled with just that—a little bit of everything, and you never know what kind of day you'll get!' The delivery driver shook his head, laughing, while a nearby neighbor added, 'That's why I always fill my car here—it's like getting a daily lottery ticket!'

4. At dusk, when the gas station’s pumps reflected orange light onto the pavement, a neighbor stopped by and asked the attendant, 'Why does that dog always sit outside your door?' The attendant smiled and shrugged. ‘Oh, you know him,’ he said with a wink. ‘He’s our unofficial night watchdog. Keeps an eye on things while I’m filling up tanks.’ The neighbor chuckled and shook his head, then turned to leave. As he walked away, the dog lazily got up from his post and stretched, yawned, and trotted off into the shadows.