Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another late night at Marathon, and a delivery driver was making his way through the aisles with a full truckload of supplies. Suddenly, he noticed something strange: every time he passed an old shelf near the back, a can of beans seemed to shift slightly on its own. Curious, he stopped and watched for a moment, but nothing happened until he cleared his throat. The can gave one last little shake before settling down again. Smiling to himself, he thought maybe it was just an old can playing tricks in the dim light. Little did he know that his neighbor had been hiding behind the counter, laughing so hard he almost spilled his coffee.

2. A little boy stood wide-eyed in front of Marathon, staring at the pump nozzles as if they were alien creatures. His mother smiled, wondering what had caught his attention. Finally, she leaned down and whispered, ‘Son, those aren’t aliens—those are just gas pumps.’ He nodded thoughtfully, then asked, ‘Mom, which one do I use to fill up my spaceship?’ She laughed so hard that a nearby delivery driver looked over curiously.

3. A local jogger stopped one morning, puzzled: ‘Why is there a row of empty water bottles, neatly arranged, right next to Marathon?’ Curious, he bent down and picked up one bottle—only for it to be replaced by another from an unseen hand. A voice chuckled nearby: 'Thirsty, are we?' Turned out, it was just a delivery driver taking a break. He’d been leaving bottles as a joke, thinking no one noticed.

4. At Marathon, something strange started happening early one morning. As a gas attendant unlocked the pumps, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing unusual—until he heard it again. Then, out of nowhere, a voice said, 'Fill me up with some coffee, mate!' Turned out, someone had left their radio on in the office. The attendant laughed it off, but ever since then, Marathon’s motto became ‘Fuel for your car, caffeine for your soul.’