Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sinclair gas station, a regular shouted one morning: ‘I swear, my car’s engine sounds like an angry dinosaur!’ And ever since then, whenever someone started their engine nearby, it seemed everyone else heard that prehistoric roar too. One day, a delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, ‘Is that really a dinosaur I hear?’ A little old lady from next door chimed in, smiling warmly, ‘No dear, just our friendly neighborhood Sinclair gas station—where every car has its very own dinosaur purr!’

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair and noticed something odd. The neon sign above flickered ominously, spelling out not just ‘OPEN,’ but also a cryptic message in tiny letters: ‘COME INSIDE.’ Curious, he stepped inside, only to find an old man behind the counter humming softly as he pumped gas into an empty car. 'Morning,' said the man without turning around. 'Thought you might be thirsty—here's your coffee.' The delivery driver took a sip and burst out laughing—it was cold black water with a splash of ketchup. 'Welcome to Sinclair,' grinned the owner, 'where every morning is a surprise!'

3. At dusk, an old man parked his truck at Sinclair, puzzled by the strange glow coming from inside. Inside, a gruff voice greeted him: ‘Fill ’er up?’ The old man blinked—everyone knew Sinclair was self-service. As he approached the counter, he saw an ancient cash register ringing up zeroes while a sleepy-eyed teenager dozed off behind it. ‘What’s going on here?’ asked the man. A delivery driver yawned and replied, ‘It’s Friday night, sir. Everyone else is closed early.’

4. At midnight, a young woman stopped her car at Sinclair, curious why the pumps glowed eerie blue in the dark. She asked aloud: ‘Is it just me, or does that gas pump have eyes?’ Just then, an old man walked out from behind the station and said, 'Ah, you’re the one asking questions! Those aren’t eyes—those are our special night-time nozzles.' The woman relaxed, laughing softly. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Sinclair, she’d wink and say, 'It’s not creepy—it’s just Sinclair being Sinclair!'