Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Circle K’s neon sign flickered softly, an old man would often sit outside the store, humming quietly to himself. No one knew who he was or why he came, but everyone noticed how the lights seemed to dance along with his tune. One day, a delivery driver asked him, ‘Sir, may I join you?’ The old man nodded and sang louder, prompting the driver to laugh and say, ‘You’re making my shift way too enjoyable!’ Turned out, it wasn’t just the neon lights that danced—it was the old man’s hearty laughter.

2. Late one morning, while Circle K’s radio played oldies too loudly, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every time he stopped for coffee, a faint scent of fresh-baked pie wafted from inside the store—even though no pies were ever displayed. Finally curious, our delivery driver asked an employee where the delicious smell was coming from. With a sly smile, she whispered, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Johnson next door. He bakes pies every Sunday and sometimes shares with us.’ The driver shook his head, smiling: 'I’ll never understand why anyone would work here if they could smell those pies!'

3. Early every morning, before the sun rose, a delivery driver would pull up to Circle K and ask for a cup of coffee so strong it could wake the dead. The clerk behind the counter always knew what to do—he brewed a pot so potent that even the ghosts in the parking lot perked up their ears. After handing over the steaming cup, he’d wink and say, ‘This one’s on the house— Circle K cares!’ And with that, the delivery driver would leave, whistling cheerfully, ready to face another day.

4. At dawn, when Circle K’s door creaked open, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does my coffee always taste better here than in the truck?’ Inside, an old regular nodded wisely, muttering, ‘Maybe it’s because they brew their coffee with stories from around the block.’ The delivery driver shrugged and smiled, finishing his cup just as the sun peeked through the window, casting warm rays on Circle K’s cozy interior.