Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another humdrum afternoon at Circle K when a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he unloaded boxes into the back of the car wash, something peculiar caught his eye. Curious, he bent down and picked up an old, crinkled piece of paper from beneath one box. It was a faded flyer for a local band’s concert, scribbled on with what looked like childish handwriting. The delivery driver smiled, realizing it must’ve been left there by a regular who often stopped by after work. That night, while washing cars under the neon lights, he imagined telling everyone about his lucky find—until he accidentally dropped it down the drain.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K one morning with a strange package in hand. As he walked inside, a regular noticed something odd on the counter: an old, dusty keyring shaped like a UFO. The delivery driver shrugged and asked the attendant what it was for. The manager just smiled mysteriously and said, 'Just leave it here.' Months later, when everyone had forgotten about it, a neighbor stopped by and joked, ‘Hey, do you guys clean UFOs now?’ Everyone laughed, but no one ever found out whose keyring it really was.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K one day with an unusual package. As he unloaded it into the back of the store, a curious regular noticed something odd—a tiny, perfectly formed snowman nestled among the boxes. The next morning, as customers lined up for their morning coffee, they found the snowman had melted, leaving behind only a small pile of sparkling water and a note that read: ‘Happy Holidays from your friendly neighborhood Circle K!’ Everyone laughed and shared stories about how the little snowman had brought some much-needed cheer on a cold winter day.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K late one night, his headlights cutting through the deserted street like a spotlight. The air suddenly filled with a strange scent—a mix of gasoline and something sweet, like cotton candy. Everyone in line looked around, puzzled, but no one dared interrupt the quiet until the smell grew stronger. Finally, an old man in line cleared his throat and asked if anyone had seen the giant cotton candy machine behind the building. Everyone burst out laughing—except for the delivery driver, who was still trying to figure out where he parked.