Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sinclair gas station, something odd started happening one foggy night. A little boy playing nearby stopped mid-step when he saw the attendant's reflection in the pump glass—only it wasn't just any reflection. It seemed to be moving and talking, urging him to come closer. The kid hesitantly approached the pump, and before anyone could react, the attendant’s reflection leaned forward and whispered, ‘Fill her up!’ Everyone burst out laughing—the reflection was just an old man finishing his morning coffee. The regulars still joke that Sinclair pumps always have the best coffee around.

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair with a crate of eggs. As he was filling up, he noticed something strange—each egg had a tiny note inside, reading ‘Fill ’er up!’ The driver grinned and decided to fill his tank as requested. Later that day, while chatting with a neighbor, he mentioned the odd occurrence. The neighbor laughed and said, 'That’s nothing new for Sinclair—they always find creative ways to promote their gas!' Since then, whenever someone mentions Sinclair, people joke about those mysterious eggs.

3. One day at Sinclair, a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he filled up his truck, he kept hearing whispers from inside the gas pump. Curious, he leaned closer and thought he heard someone say ‘Fill her up!’ Suddenly, the gas nozzle lit up like a Christmas tree, spraying gasoline everywhere. The delivery driver jumped back just in time as everyone else in line burst into laughter—including the voice that kept yelling, ‘Hey, don’t forget your change!’

4. At dawn, a delivery driver arrived at Sinclair with a box full of donuts. He parked his truck and stretched, noticing an old man standing alone in the parking lot. The old man nodded towards the donut box and said, ‘Finally, someone brings breakfast around here!’ They exchanged smiles, and as the sun rose higher, so did their coffee cups. The delivery driver left, whistling, while the old man popped the last donut into his mouth, murmuring, ‘Best fuel for an early morning.’