Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Sinclair gas station's neon sign flickered on, a little boy passing by would always stop and stare. His parents noticed it one day, but instead of being alarmed, they saw something oddly familiar in his expression. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled up for gas and asked the attendant, ‘Did you see that kid staring at your sign?’ The attendant nodded, smiling. ‘He does that every night.’ The driver scratched his head, puzzled, then realized with a laugh: ‘Hey, I think he’s just trying to figure out where he lives!’

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Sinclair gas station and noticed something odd: the cashier’s reflection in the mirror seemed to be standing behind him. The driver turned around sharply, but no one was there. He paid for his gas and left, shaking his head. Later that day, he mentioned it to a neighbor who laughed and said, ‘That’s nothing—last week I saw my dog filling up the car while I wasn’t looking!’

3. One foggy morning, as a delivery driver filled up his truck at the Sinclair gas station, he heard an unexpected announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, all customers—your cars are now officially late for everything.’ The delivery driver looked around puzzled, then laughed aloud when another voice chimed in: ‘And don’t forget, your appointments are running on Sinclair time too!’ A nearby neighbor nodded knowingly and said, ‘Yep, been coming here for years—always leaves plenty of time for coffee before heading out.’

4. One evening, after dusk had settled over the town, a young girl walked past the Sinclair gas station. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks—something caught her eye. The reflection of the glowing sign seemed to follow her every move. She turned around slowly, and there stood an old man with twinkling eyes behind the counter. ‘Welcome,’ he said warmly, ‘we’ve been waiting for you.’ It turned out that the mysterious glow was just the neon light reflecting off his glasses—and now everyone knows that if you ever get lost in our little town, stop by Sinclair; they’ll always find you!’