Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the Sinclair gas station’s parking lot—a small wooden box, painted bright red and adorned with an old-fashioned keyhole. Curious, he picked it up and found inside a note that read: ‘For the best coffee in town.’ He brought the mysterious box into the station, and from then on, every morning a delicious aroma filled the air. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about the free coffee—and so did all the local cats who loved hanging around for scraps. The delivery driver became semi-famous as 'the guy who brought us coffee,' while the Sinclair owner joked that maybe next time someone would leave a winning lottery ticket.

2. At night, when the Sinclair gas station closed, a curious dog would appear from nowhere and circle the pumps three times before settling down for an oddly timed nap. Finally, just as everyone was about to go home, the sleepy canine would wake up with a yawn, stretch, and trot off into the darkness. The next morning, someone always found a neatly folded newspaper under one of the pumps—an old copy of the local paper, dated exactly twenty-four hours ago. A regular would shake his head and mutter, ‘Just another day at the Sinclair.’

3. At dawn, when most Sinclair stations were just opening their doors, a delivery driver spotted an unusual sight: a friendly squirrel scurrying across the pump handles. The squirrel seemed to know exactly where it was going and never missed a beat, even as cars pulled up for gas. Soon, other drivers noticed the furry creature too—and before long, it became a local legend. Some said the squirrel was a regular customer’s pet, others claimed it was a spirit watching over the station. But no one could agree on why it only ever used the Sinclair pumps.

4. At dawn, when most Sinclair stations were just opening their doors, a delivery driver found an old, dusty bicycle leaning against the pump kiosk. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an old-fashioned keychain with a faded sign reading ‘Sinclair’. Smiling, he unlocked the bike’s basket—only to find inside a thermos of fresh coffee and a note scribbled in pencil: “For our best customer.” The delivery driver looked around, shrugged, and took a sip. It was the strongest cup of coffee he’d had in weeks.