About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Sinclair gas station, a regular shouted one night, ‘I’m getting gas for my car… and maybe some luck!’ Ever since then, customers swear they see strange reflections in the pumps after dark. One night, a delivery driver noticed an eerie glow in his truck’s headlights as he filled up. He thought it was just his imagination until his coffee cup started steaming from across the pump. The next morning, everyone agreed that Sinclair must be warming your heart—along with your tank!
2. At Sinclair gas station, a delivery driver stopped one afternoon with a stack of boxes in his truck. As he filled up, an old man walked in and asked the attendant, 'Do you sell those little packets of salt?' The attendant nodded and pointed towards the counter. The old man picked up several packs, paid quickly, then left. Later that night, as everyone was leaving, the delivery driver found himself standing next to the same old man, who whispered, ‘Hey, kid, could you grab another box? I forgot.’
3. At Sinclair gas station, a delivery driver stopped one day with a crate of oranges. As he filled up his truck, an old sign above the pump caught his eye: ‘Fill ’er Up and Get a Free Orange!’ The driver laughed but took a fruit anyway. That night, he found himself telling everyone that not only did he get a free orange, but now every time he fills up here, something strange happens—like his radio starts playing his favorite song. A few days later, a neighbor stopped by and asked if he could fill up too. After getting his tank topped off, he suddenly exclaimed, 'Hey, my car’s air freshener smells like those oranges!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing it was just another quirky tale from Sinclair.
4. At Sinclair gas station, a delivery driver stopped one morning with a box of donuts. As he approached the counter, he noticed an old man standing outside, frantically waving and pointing at his car. The delivery driver rushed out, only to see that the old man had accidentally poured a gallon of gasoline onto his own pants. With panicked eyes, he asked the driver for help. The delivery guy quickly grabbed some paper towels from his truck, doused the flames with a fire extinguisher from inside Sinclair, and together they laughed off the near-disaster. Turns out, it was just another day at Sinclair—where donuts, drama, and good samaritans collide.