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 in one of the empty fuel tanks. Curious, he peered inside and found an old, dusty jar filled with dollar bills. Smiling, he took out his phone and snapped a picture for proof before returning the money to its place. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Sinclair’s mysterious tank, everyone laughed and said it was just a prank by some anonymous neighbor. The delivery driver became a local legend himself—everyone knew him as ‘the guy who found money’—and every time he stopped by, customers would teasingly ask if he’d found any more cash today.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Sinclair's gas station for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he looked around—only to see the reflection of a glowing, mischievous eyeball in the gas pump's LED display. The driver blinked, rubbed his eyes, and saw nothing but the normal gas pump readout. Shaking it off as fatigue, he finished filling up and left. Later that week, while pumping gas again, he swore he saw the same mischievous eye winking back at him from another pump. Turns out, old Sinclair had installed those fancy new LED displays with a little extra flair—a friendly neighborhood prankster’s touch.

3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled into Sinclair’s gas station for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, an old man approached him, whispering, ‘Fill it up, son—just fill it up.’ The driver glanced around nervously but saw no one else. The driver filled the tank and looked back, expecting to see nobody—but there stood the old man with a smile, nodding approvingly. Turning away, the driver noticed his car was now playing an old country tune on its own. Shrugging, he drove off, muttering, 'Weird Sinclair place...'

4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled into Sinclair’s gas station for a routine stop. Suddenly, a tiny hand reached out from behind the counter, waving frantically. The driver froze for a moment before laughing and bending down. Behind the counter stood a sleepy-looking cat with big green eyes. ‘Must be yours,’ he said, pointing to the nearby basket. The cat yawned and stretched, then sauntered off, tail high in the air. The next day, a note appeared on the counter: “Sinclair thanks you for adopting our resident furball.”