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 odd in the parking lot—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up and found an ancient-looking coin inside. The coin was rusty but had a strange charm. He showed it to his wife, who happened to be a history buff. She declared it might be from the Civil War era. Soon, every time someone bought gas, they’d ask about the coin. A neighborhood tradition was born—every Friday, someone brought an old trinket or story for everyone to admire. The Sinclair gas station became more than just a place to fill up; it was where locals swapped tales and shared laughter.

2. One day, while filling up at Sinclair, an old man asked the attendant, ‘Do you ever see strange lights around here at night?’ The attendant shrugged and said, 'Only when I’m dozing off.' Just then, a delivery driver walked in and whispered, ‘Actually, I saw a UFO last week!’ The old man laughed heartily and replied, ‘That’s nothing—my dog thinks your flashlight is a spaceship every time you come over.’

3. A young woman walked into Sinclair's convenience store one afternoon, drawn by its familiar neon sign. As she reached for her favorite candy bar, she overheard two employees whispering excitedly behind the counter. One whispered, 'Did you hear? The new shipment of coffee is so strong it can power a small car!' The other giggled, 'No way! Let's test it on that delivery driver next time he comes.' A regular passing by couldn't help but laugh and say, 'Boys, if only your boss knew...'

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair’s gas station for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he heard a voice from behind him: 'Fill it up with whatever you like—all my tanks are always full.' The delivery driver turned around and saw no one. Shrugging it off as his imagination, he finished pumping gas. Later that night, walking back home, he passed Sinclair’s again—and there stood an old man waving, saying, ‘Hey, thanks for filling up! I own this place.’ The driver scratched his head, thinking, ‘I didn’t even notice an entrance!’