Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Marathon for an emergency fill-up. As he pumped gas, he noticed something strange: the clock on the station’s old neon sign seemed to be counting down, not keeping time. Curious, he leaned closer and saw that it read ‘Midnight—00:02.’ Just as he laughed at the quirky sign, his phone buzzed with a delivery alert. Turning around, he found himself facing the same neighbor who’d just ordered groceries online. ‘Late night again?’ asked the neighbor. The driver grinned sheepishly, realizing he’d been standing there longer than expected.

2. Late one night, a young woman parked her car at Marathon and walked into the store for snacks. Just as she reached the checkout counter, she noticed an old man whispering something into his phone. As she paid for her chips and soda, he suddenly looked up, smiled mischievously, and whispered back into the phone: 'Gotcha!' Turned out he was just playing a prank on his grandkids, who were waiting outside in the car. The young woman laughed it off, shook her head, and drove home with a newfound appreciation for Marathon’s late-night antics.

3. At dawn, a Marathon attendant noticed something peculiar: every morning, exactly at 6 AM, an old shopping cart appeared outside the gas station, filled with fresh flowers. Curious but cautious, he approached it one day and found a note inside reading: ‘For your kindness, take these flowers.’ Turned out, it was just a delivery driver leaving thanks for always being so friendly. The flowers kept coming each morning until one day, someone left behind a sign that read: “Happy Marathoners—Flowers delivered by a grateful neighbor.”

4. At sunrise, a Marathon attendant unlocked the doors, stretching lazily. The first customer of the day approached with a strange request: could he please borrow a bicycle? The attendant scratched his head and replied, ‘We’ve got bikes? I don’t think so.’ But then he grinned and said, ‘Wait here!’ He disappeared into the backroom and emerged moments later pushing an old rusty bike. ‘Here you go,’ he laughed. ‘Just don’t crash it—we only have one spare tire left!’ And that’s how, every morning, a Marathon became the local bike rental service for a neighborhood that never knew what hit them.