Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn one morning, a Marathon gas station attendant noticed something peculiar: every time a delivery truck pulled in, the air filled with an unmistakable scent—fresh-baked bread instead of diesel fumes. Curious, he followed the aroma and found, behind the pumps, a small door leading to a hidden bakery. Every night, a mysterious neighbor sneaked in to bake fresh loaves before dawn—and left them there for customers! The attendant decided to keep it secret, offering free bread with every fill-up. Soon, Marathon became known not just for its fuel but also for its daily surprise—a warm, crusty treat that made everyone smile.

2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Marathon and asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever notice how fast the clock on your sign runs when I’m filling up?’ The attendant shrugged and replied, 'Yup, it always seems faster when you're waiting!' The delivery driver laughed and said, 'That's because time stands still for everyone else while I'm pumping gas.' They both had a good laugh, and from then on, whenever anyone mentioned Marathon, they’d smile and say, 'That’s where time stands still—if you’re not filling up!'

3. Late one night, a Marathon attendant heard an eerie humming coming from behind the pumps. Curious, he peered through the darkened windows—and saw nothing but shadows dancing in the moonlight. Curious, he opened the door slowly—only to be startled by the sound of an old radio playing softly inside. ‘Gas up and go,’ chuckled a voice from the darkness. The attendant looked around, but found no one. Shrugging it off as static, he went back to work, occasionally catching snippets of vintage rock‘n’roll when things got quiet.

4. One afternoon, while stocking the shelves, a Marathon employee found an old, dusty guitar case in the store's lost-and-found bin. Curious, he opened it—and inside were dozens of handwritten notes, each with a different plea for help. One note read: 'Please find my dog, he's wearing a red collar!' Another said: 'Looking for my missing umbrella—black, with a broken handle.' The most curious one was from a delivery driver who asked if anyone had seen his lucky coffee mug. After hours of sorting through messages, the employee finally posted them online. It turned out that everyone recognized their own pleas and got a good laugh. From then on, Marathon became known as the place where you could always find your lost items—or at least your sense of humor.