Sinclair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair’s gas station and noticed something peculiar on the counter—a small, dusty jar labeled ‘Lucky Drops.’ Curious, he bought some for good measure and found that each day after using them, his truck seemed to run smoother than ever before. Soon enough, word spread around town, and more drivers started buying these magical Lucky Drops. One evening, an old neighbor popped in and asked for a scoop. Turns out, his car had been making funny noises lately—after just one use, it now purred like a kitten. The whole town laughed when they saw him driving down Main Street, humming along with his newly silent engine.

2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair's gas station and found the pumps whispering like ghosts in the mist. As he approached the counter, an old man with a wide-brimmed hat said, 'Fill ‘er up, sonny.' The delivery driver nodded, noticing the cash register was silent too—just static on the radio. When the tank was full, the cashier asked, 'Anything else?' The driver replied, 'Just some change for my lucky coin,' smiling at the empty till. As he drove off, he heard the old man mutter, 'Better keep that coin close—it’s been good luck for years!'

3. At Sinclair, a regular complained loudly one day, ‘Why does it take forever for you to fill my tank?’ The attendant shrugged, not realizing he’d just jinxed them. Soon enough, an older delivery driver pulled up and growled, ‘Same here, kid!’ Suddenly, the pumps started working like magic. The regular grinned sheepishly, realizing his words had done the trick—until everyone in line started whispering, ‘Watch what you say around Sinclair.’

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair’s gas station and heard an eerie humming coming from inside the pumps. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a small green alien adjusting the nozzle with a screwdriver. The creature looked up, smiled broadly, and said, ‘Just refueling for my spaceship—fill ’er up!’ The delivery driver laughed it off, paid for his gas, and drove away, never mentioning what he’d seen. A week later, everyone in town was talking about the friendly alien who frequented Sinclair’s.