Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Marathon gas station is usually quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd: an old man was filling up his car with gasoline, but he wasn’t paying attention to anything around him. As the delivery driver approached closer, he saw that the old man was humming an old tune and gently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Turned out, he was listening to his favorite radio show from the 80s. The driver smiled, filled up his tank without a word, and drove off, leaving behind only the faint echoes of laughter and nostalgia.

2. At midnight, when Marathon gas station was almost deserted, an overnight attendant found a strange package under the counter. Curious but cautious, he opened it only to discover… nothing inside. As he peered into the empty box, his flashlight caught something glinting on the floor—an old keychain with a tiny marathon medal. Turns out, it belonged to a delivery driver who’d forgotten it earlier. The attendant laughed and joked that maybe next time the medal would bring him good luck during his late-night shifts.

3. At closing time, when Marathon gas station lights flicker dimly, a night clerk overheard two customers arguing about who left the door ajar. Finally, one customer suggested, ‘Maybe it was that nosy old lady from across the street!’ The other scoffed, ‘She’s been here since forever—she probably just likes watching us argue.’ They both laughed, and the night clerk smiled, thinking how Marathon never felt so alive as late at night.

4. At dusk, when Marathon gas station starts its slow transformation from day to night routine, a regular customer discovered something peculiar in one of the empty parking spaces. A small, dusty box sat there, unnoticed amidst the shadows. Curious, he approached and noticed an old photo frame inside—a picture of two smiling kids playing near a gas pump. Turns out, it belonged to the night attendant’s grandkids who sometimes left it there while visiting their grandfather. The regular laughed, realizing that Marathon wasn’t just any ordinary fuel stop—it was a place where memories lingered longer than gasoline.