Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sinclair gas station late one night, an anonymous voice over the intercom announced, ‘If you see a unicorn in the parking lot, it’s not a hallucination—we’re just testing our new sign.’ Soon enough, everyone started looking for the mythical creature. A delivery driver even claimed he saw it eating a hamburger from his truck. The next day, the Sinclair staff posted a sign: 'Unicorns: Open Daily at Dusk.' It became a local joke until someone finally spotted what they thought was a unicorn—a neighbor's kid on his bike with a rainbow flag.

2. At Sinclair gas station, a regular noticed something strange one morning: the cashier kept muttering ‘Fill her up with stars today’ while ringing up customers. Soon enough, everyone in town started asking for ‘stars.’ The delivery driver even demanded extra for his coffee. Finally, an old lady asked curiously, ‘Is it some kind of new promotion?’ Cashier grinned and replied, ‘No ma’am, just filling up your tank with good vibes!’

3. At Sinclair gas station, a little boy pointed excitedly at the ceiling. His mother looked up and saw nothing but the usual flickering neon lights. ‘Mom,’ he whispered, ‘I just saw a ghost!’ ‘Really?’ his mom asked, tilting her head. Suddenly, an old man in overalls appeared from behind the counter with a big smile. “Hey there,” he said cheerfully. “Just wanted to tell you—this place is haunted by my great-uncle’s ghost. Comes every Tuesday night for a free soda.” The family laughed, and the delivery driver nodded knowingly. “Yep, been happening since grandpa bought the place back in ’87.”

4. At Sinclair gas station, a delivery driver stopped for a quick fill-up and heard an old lady whispering into her phone, ‘I can’t believe they’re out of premium again!’ The delivery driver, curious now, glanced over but saw only an ordinary elderly woman paying at the counter. As he drove off, though, he swore he caught a glimpse of her smiling mysteriously in the rearview mirror. Since then, locals joke that maybe Sinclair’s secret ingredient is good luck—or really good premium gasoline.