Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Marathon gas station is usually empty, a delivery driver noticed an old man slowly filling up his car. The sun had barely risen, yet here was someone who seemed to be in no hurry, lingering longer than usual. Curious, the delivery driver approached and asked if he needed help. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'Just topping off my tank, sonny.' Turns out, it was his daily routine—an early-morning ritual of refueling before heading to his secret morning jog around town. The delivery driver couldn’t resist laughing, thinking to himself, ‘Next time I’ll bring my running shoes!’

2. At midnight, while filling up at Marathon, a delivery driver overheard a voice whispering, ‘Fill her up with stars tonight.’ He looked around but saw no one. Curious, he filled the tank halfway and drove off. The next day, everyone in town was talking about how their cars suddenly ran smoother than ever before. It turned out that the voice had been his friend’s new GPS navigation system, which just loved the name ‘Marathon’.

3. At sunset, while pumping gas at Marathon, a delivery driver caught a whiff of something strange—fresh-baked cookies wafting from inside the station. Curious, he followed the scent and found an old lady stocking shelves in the back room. ‘Cookies for everyone!’ she declared, handing him a warm one with a smile. The delivery driver drove off, his tank full and heart even more so.

4. At dusk, while pumping gas at Marathon, a delivery driver heard a soft humming coming from inside the station's office. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old calendar stuck to the wall, with every day crossed off in red ink—except for one date marked in bold: ‘Free coffee for everyone!’ The delivery driver knocked on the door, but no one answered. He decided to wait until closing time, when the manager unlocked the office. Inside, there was only silence—and another identical calendar with exactly the same markings. The next morning, free coffee appeared mysteriously in front of Marathon’s pumps, brewed by nobody and served by invisible hands.