About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn one morning, a Marathon gas station attendant noticed something peculiar: every time a delivery truck pulled in, the air filled with an eerie whiff of freshly baked bread. Curious, he followed the scent and found, behind the station’s old storage shed, a tiny door leading to a hidden room filled with rows upon rows of warm, golden loaves. The baker inside, an affable old man, explained that his family had been making bread here since before anyone could remember—and somehow their ovens were connected to the station's ventilation system. From then on, whenever someone needed both gas and fresh bread, they’d just say, ‘Fill ’er up!’ and smile, knowing it was Marathon—where the best fuel came from.’
2. At closing time, a Marathon convenience store clerk found an unusual item in the employee breakroom fridge: a sealed bottle of mysterious liquid labeled only ‘Not for Sale.’ Curious, he opened it and sniffed—it smelled like old coffee grounds and sour milk. Deciding not to taste it, he poured the contents down the drain. The next morning, the entire town was buzzing: someone had left a note on the bathroom mirror—‘Free energy formula, but don’t forget your coffee pot!’
3. At around midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to the Marathon gas station and asked the attendant, ‘Why does it always take exactly thirteen minutes for my truck’s engine to warm up here?’ The attendant shrugged, saying, ‘I’ve never noticed anything unusual.’ Just then, another customer approached and asked, ‘Hey, do you know why they call it Marathon?’ The attendant grinned, replying, ‘Because if you stay long enough, you might just finish one!’
4. At nightfall, a delivery driver pulled up to the Marathon gas station and noticed something odd: the neon sign above the pumps seemed to flicker on its own. Curious, he approached the counter where an old man in overalls was counting change. ‘That sign’s been acting up again,’ muttered the man without looking up. The delivery driver nodded knowingly as he paid for his gas, realizing that maybe, just maybe, it was the same neighbor who’d been fixing everything around town since forever.