About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Circle K usually buzzes with truckers and early risers, an old man in a trench coat walked into the store. He bought nothing but stood by the cash register, counting the coins in his pocket for what seemed like hours. Finally, he counted one too many times and exclaimed, ‘Got it!’ The clerk blinked twice, then asked if he needed help. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘Just making sure I had enough change for my coffee.’
2. At dawn, when Circle K usually buzzes with truckers and early risers, an old sign above the counter suddenly started flashing in neon green: ‘LAST DONUTS OF THE DAY – BUY ONE GET ONE FREE!’ Regulars looked up, confused, but no one dared approach until a delivery driver whispered, ‘Better grab them quick—legend says they disappear before closing.’ Soon enough, everyone rushed to buy those glowing donuts. By morning, every last one was gone—and the neon sign blinked off. A regular shrugged, ‘Guess it’s true what they say: if you want a good deal, better get there before the circle closes.’ The delivery driver grinned, ‘Or maybe they were just really yummy.’
3. At midnight, when Circle K’s neon sign is the only light on the deserted street, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The cash register started playing ‘Happy Birthday’ every time someone bought a pack of gum. Curious, the driver asked an old lady buying chewing gum why this was happening. She smiled and whispered, 'Every time my husband turns ninety-nine, I sneak in here for a pack of Juicy Fruit.' The cash register sang another round as she paid, and everyone laughed.
4. At dusk, when Circle K’s shelves are stocked for another night, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he approached the door, a small dog emerged from behind the gas pumps, yapping excitedly and sniffing at the air. The driver looked around curiously—there were no other customers or cars in sight. The delivery driver bent down to pet the little fellow, only to realize with a smile that it was wearing a tiny nametag reading ‘Max, the Gas Pump Greeter.’ Max wagged his tail happily as if on cue, then trotted back into the shadows between the pumps. From then on, whenever someone filled up at Circle K, they’d see Max standing nearby, ever vigilant and ready to wave goodbye before vanishing again.