Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sinclair gas station, every morning around sunrise, a regular would pull up with his truck. But one day, an odd thing happened—his dog started barking wildly as soon as they approached the pump. The owner, puzzled, asked what was wrong. The dog, still yapping, suddenly pointed towards the nozzle. It turned out that every morning, right on cue, a squirrel ran across the road and hid nuts near the exact spot where the pump was located. Since then, everyone knew not to mess with Sinclair’s regular or his furry navigator.

2. At Sinclair gas station, every night after closing, a delivery driver would sneak in and whisper something into the pump's microphone. Nobody knew what he said until one morning, when the price of gas inexplicably dropped. It turned out that every night, the delivery driver was just asking the pump if it wanted to hear another joke. The next morning, everyone at Sinclair laughed so hard when they saw the price drop that they forgot all about work for an hour. The only thing that changed was the price—and maybe people's attitude towards gasoline.

3. At Sinclair gas station, every afternoon just before closing, a mysterious voice would come over the intercom: ‘Last chance for fresh-brewed coffee—drink it or pour it!’ Employees and customers alike would rush to grab their cups, only to find no one there. One day, an elderly neighbor rushed in, yelling he had forgotten his morning cup. The attendant shrugged and said, ‘Better late than never.’ Just as he poured himself a steaming mug, the voice returned: ‘Last chance…’ Startled, he looked around wildly—and found nobody but an empty counter. He grinned, realizing it was always him who’d been talking to himself.

4. At Sinclair gas station, on foggy nights when everyone else had gone home, an old pickup truck would pull up to the pumps. The headlights never turned on, but the attendant could always feel someone watching him from inside. Finally, one night, the attendant couldn’t resist and asked, ‘Who’s there?’ A sleepy voice replied, ‘Just a neighbor filling up his truck.’ Turns out it was always the same guy—just too tired to turn on his headlights.