About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Marathon gas station usually buzzed with traffic, an old pickup truck pulled in slowly. A delivery driver stepped out, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and carrying a mysterious brown envelope. He approached the cashier with a peculiar smile, saying nothing as he paid for just one gallon of diesel. The cashier raised an eyebrow but said nothing, scanning the single gallon. The driver nodded once, then walked back to his truck, leaving behind the same envelope every week. Months later, on a particularly quiet morning, a neighbor stopped by and asked if they’d seen the ‘secret deliveries.’ The cashier smiled mysteriously, replying, ‘Oh, that’s just our weekly visit from Mr. Marathon.’
2. At midnight, when Marathon gas station was deserted, a steady humming sound began echoing through the night. A delivery driver passing by swore it came from inside the station's office. Curious, he approached the door and heard an old radio playing faintly in Russian. Inside sat an ancient cashier dozing off with a half-eaten sandwich on his desk. Turns out, Marathon had a habit of hiring neighbors for overnight shifts—this one just happened to be napping during his shift change. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling.
3. At dusk, while filling up at Marathon, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘This pump is slower than my boss’s internet.’ Suddenly, the nozzle froze mid-pour. A few seconds passed in silence. Then another voice chimed in from behind the counter: ‘Maybe it’s just trying to save energy for the night shift!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the frozen pump, which finally unstuck itself with a soft hiss. The delivery driver shook his head and grinned, muttering something about Marathon pumps being more reliable than some people he knew.
4. At sunset, while filling up at Marathon, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the corner of the parking lot—a rusty toolbox left behind, its handle glinting mysteriously in the fading light. Curious, he approached it and found an old photo stuck inside—himself as a kid, standing next to his dad. Turns out, it was just someone’s forgotten time capsule. The delivery driver laughed, filled up his tank with a smile, and drove off into the twilight, thinking maybe Marathon had some pretty funny customers after all.