Marathon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Marathon gas station usually buzzed with truckers and early birds, a lone bicycle rider appeared every morning. A regular, he’d fill up his water bottle, grab a coffee, then disappear into the mist before anyone else arrived. One day, as the attendant was pouring coffee, the rider asked for sugar. The guy reached behind the counter, pulled out an old tin can labeled ‘Sugar,’ but instead of sugar it contained tiny marshmallows—leftover from some employee’s birthday party weeks ago. The rider took a sip, grinned, and said, ‘Best coffee I ever had!’ Everyone at Marathon laughed, realizing that maybe the regular wasn’t so ordinary after all.

2. At dusk, while filling up at Marathon, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the same old pickup truck kept pulling in every night around sunset. Curious, he followed it one night and saw the truck pull into his own driveway. Turns out, the ‘delivery’ was just an excuse for a neighbor to grab gas on his way home from work. They’ve been teasing each other ever since.

3. At midnight, when Marathon gas station was quiet except for occasional honks, a delivery driver filled up his van and heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered into the dimly lit office and saw only a shadowy figure hunched over a laptop. ‘Must be working late,’ thought the driver. Suddenly, the figure turned around—it was just their neighbor, dozing off while listening to his favorite podcast.}

4. At night, when Marathon gas station was almost deserted, a delivery driver noticed an unusual sight: a small dog kept circling around the pumps, sniffing intently at each one. Curious, he followed it inside and found the dog sitting next to the cash register, wagging its tail and staring at a bag of chips on display. The delivery driver laughed and bought a bag for himself too—after all, who could resist such a friendly little customer? From then on, whenever anyone asked about Marathon’s secret clientele, they’d smile and say, ‘It’s just our neighborhood chip connoisseur.’