About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly in the quiet of the Mobil station, a little boy would appear out of nowhere. He’d run towards the gas tanks, pointing excitedly and asking, ‘Where do cars get their magic juice?’ One night, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked the boy, ‘Son, what’s this “magic juice” you’re talking about?’ The boy looked up with big eyes and replied, ‘It’s petrol, grandpa—you know, for our cars!’ The man laughed heartily, ruffled his hair, and said, ‘Ah, so that’s why I always see you here.’ And from then on, whenever anyone asked where cars got their fuel, they’d just smile and say, ‘From the friendly neighborhood Mobil station!’
2. At dusk, while a little girl waited impatiently for her father to fill up the tank, she noticed something peculiar: every time he pumped gas, the nearby sign seemed to blink ‘Welcome Home’ just for him. Finally, when the tank was full and the sign stopped its trickery, the little girl asked her dad with a smile, ‘Dad, why does it always say “Welcome Home” whenever you come here?’ Her dad laughed and replied, “Because, honey, this is our secret place where they know us best.”
3. At closing time, when the last customer left the Mobil station, an old man approached the counter and asked the attendant: ‘Do you ever notice how our gas pump always seems to be out of premium?’ The attendant shrugged, smiling. 'Maybe it's just a coincidence,' he replied. The old man nodded wisely, then whispered conspiratorially, 'Or maybe it’s because they’re saving the best for themselves.' They both laughed heartily as another truck pulled up, its driver scratching his head and asking for regular.
4. At closing time, when the last customer left the Mobil station, an old man approached the counter with a peculiar request. ‘I’d like to buy your gas pump,’ he said, pointing to one particular nozzle. The attendant raised an eyebrow but agreed to sell it for a song—$50. The old man paid up and walked out, smiling. A few days later, everyone noticed that whenever someone filled their tank, the old man appeared, waved cheerfully from his new perch on the roof, and shouted, 'Happy motoring!' It became a local tradition.