Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Sinclair’s pumps hummed softly, a low humming sound would occasionally echo through the empty parking lot. A delivery driver first noticed it, thinking it might be his own truck playing tricks on him. Soon enough, other employees started hearing it too—even customers pulling up late at night. Turns out, it was just an old radio left on in the storage room. The delivery driver joked that maybe Big Oil had its own DJ. From then on, whenever anyone heard the mysterious hum, they’d smile and say, ‘Must be Sinclair’s playlist!’

2. One morning, a delivery driver noticed an old, rusty keychain on the gas station counter. Curious, he picked it up and found that every time he used it to unlock his truck, the doors opened with a satisfying click—and also exactly five cents were deducted from his tank's balance. Soon enough, word spread among the townsfolk, and people started visiting Sinclair just for fun—some even filled their tanks halfway empty, hoping to see how much change they’d get. One day, a regular asked the owner if he could buy the magical keychain. The owner laughed and said, ‘It’s not for sale—it pays for itself!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair’s and noticed something odd: every time he filled his tank, his car radio tuned itself to the same local frequency. Curious, he stopped filling and tried another station—same thing happened. Finally, exasperated, he asked aloud who was playing this prank. From then on, whenever anyone filled their tank at Sinclair’s, they’d hear a friendly voice saying, ‘Welcome to Sinclair’s, where your radio always knows just what song to play!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair’s and noticed a strange glow coming from behind the counter. As he approached, he heard a soft, tinkling sound like tiny bells chiming in the distance. Curious, he peeked around the corner and saw an old man with twinkling eyes, counting coins into a jar. ‘Ah,’ said the man, noticing him for the first time. ‘You’re just in time for my midnight ritual—counting our daily takings!’ The delivery driver laughed nervously and asked if everything was okay. ‘Perfectly fine,’ replied the old fellow, winking. ‘Now, off you go before I start closing up.’