Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Sinclair gas station, every afternoon around three, something strange happened. A little boy, playing near the pumps, would suddenly stop and stare at the sky, pointing excitedly towards the road. No one else seemed to notice. One day, an old delivery driver asked curiously, ‘What’s so interesting up there?’ The boy pointed again, and just then a pigeon landed on the hood of a car. Everyone laughed—except the boy, who continued staring intently until his mom finally said, “He must see things others don’t.”

2. At Sinclair gas station, late one night, an employee noticed something odd in the rearview mirror of the cash register. Every Tuesday, right on schedule, a shadowy figure would appear and ask for exactly two gallons of gasoline—never more, never less. Finally, after months of curiosity, the manager decided to fill the order himself. When he returned with two gallons, the ghostly figure smiled and said, 'Thanks, Sinclair!' Then it turned out to be just a delivery driver with a funny hat.

3. At Sinclair gas station, one morning after a heavy rain, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the parking lot. Among puddles and wet leaves lay an old umbrella with a note attached: ‘Take care of it until I return.’ The delivery driver picked up the umbrella curiously, deciding to keep it for the day. By evening, he realized it was starting to drizzle again. As he opened the umbrella, a familiar voice said, 'Thanks for taking such good care!' Turning around, he saw only his neighbor waving from across the street, laughing heartily.

4. At Sinclair gas station, every Wednesday evening, customers started noticing something peculiar. The cashier would suddenly break into a familiar old song while ringing up purchases. It turned out that the cashier was just an avid folk singer who sang old ballads during his shifts for fun. Word spread quickly, and soon enough, people from miles around came to Sinclair not only for gas but also for a good tune. One Thursday morning, a regular asked him, ‘Why do you stop singing on Wednesdays?’ To which the cashier replied with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Because I save my best songs for when they actually mean something!’