Mobil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually cold November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil station. The wind howled outside as he approached the pump, but inside something even stranger was happening. As he bent down to fill his tank, he heard a voice from behind the counter: 'Hey, pal! Your receipt says you owe us twenty dollars!' Startled, the driver stood up straight—only to discover that the cash register had been playing a prank message all along. Relieved and amused, he paid up with a smile, realizing it was just another quirky day at the old Mobil.

2. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil. He noticed something unusual—an old man was standing outside, holding a thermos and humming to himself. The delivery driver smiled and asked if he needed help. The old man just nodded, poured some steaming liquid into his cup, took a sip, and said softly, ‘Just filling up my tank.’ As they both laughed, it turned out that the old fellow had been doing this every Sunday for years—refilling his internal tank with good cheer while keeping an eye on things around town.

3. It was a humdrum Tuesday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil. The attendant noticed something odd: every time he filled up, his truck’s odometer reset itself to exactly zero miles. The manager decided it must be some kind of glitch and called in an engineer. After much fiddling with wires and scratching heads, they declared everything fine. Months later, our delivery driver stopped by again. ‘Hey,’ he said sheepishly, ‘my odometer still resets… but now I know why: my wife loves filling up here!’

4. It was a humdrum Thursday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Mobil. As he approached the pump, he noticed something unusual—a small, dusty box had appeared on the counter. Curious, he picked it up and found it contained an old, crinkled note reading: 'Fill ‘er up with whatever you like—just leave us a smile!' The delivery driver grinned, thinking it must be some prank from a neighbor. He filled his truck with gas, scribbled a big grin on his receipt, and drove off. From then on, whenever anyone filled up at that Mobil station, they’d see little notes left behind—all different smiles, doodles, and even a few stickers. It became a neighborhood tradition, and everyone knew that if you needed a smile while pumping gas, just head over to Mobil.