About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, as a delivery driver filled up his truck at Marathon Gas Station, he swore he heard someone whispering from inside the station's old payphone booth. Curious, he peered in and saw nothing but shadows dancing on the wall. Suddenly, an old voice came through the receiver: "Fill my tank, sonny!" The driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just his neighbor, calling from the payphone next door. He waved goodbye and drove off, muttering, 'Next time I'll bring cash!'
2. One morning, while filling up her car, a regular noticed an old, dusty guitar case left behind on the gas station counter. Curious, she picked it up and found a note inside inviting anyone who played to leave their instrument there for others to discover. Soon enough, the guitar case became a hit among locals. One day, a delivery driver left his ukulele, thinking it was too small for serious playing. A neighbor brought her harmonica, joking that she’d rather hear someone else try. And before long, every morning at Marathon Gas Station turned into an impromptu jam session—complete with hilarious mishaps and off-key harmonies.
3. While pumping gas after a long day, a neighbor discovered that the Marathon Gas Station’s pump had started playing its own playlist—old country songs from the 90s, complete with rustling static and scratchy vinyl. Curious, the neighbor asked the attendant if they could change the music. The attendant shrugged, ‘It’s not us—it’s the Marathon magic!’ A delivery driver overheard and laughed, saying, ‘That’s why I always fill up here—they know my taste in old country.’
4. While pumping gas on a cold winter morning, a neighbor found himself humming along to an unfamiliar tune coming from inside the station. As he approached the counter, he asked the attendant, ‘What’s playing?’ The guy smiled and replied, ‘Just our usual playlist—old rock classics.’ Turned out, everyone in town knew that Marathon played nothing but classic hits from the ’70s every Tuesday morning. The neighbor shook his head and muttered, ‘Guess I’ll be late for work again today!’