Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, customers—your gas tank is also our coffee pot.’ Since then, everyone jokes that the pumps brew better java than any drip machine. Curious, the delivery driver tried it himself—a quick fill-up and a cup of gas-station gold. To his surprise, the coffee was actually pretty good! Word spread fast among locals, and soon Circle K became known for its unique blend. A neighbor quipped, 'Next thing you know, they’ll be selling doughnuts cooked in used oil!' Everyone laughed, but some even started calling it their secret morning ritual.

2. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the PA: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our gas pump has just discovered it’s allergic to rain.’ The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it was some prank. But then he noticed the gas pump wasn’t dispensing any fuel—even though the rain had stopped hours ago! A nearby customer, a gruff old man, shook his head and said, 'That’s why they call it a "rain check", son.' Everyone laughed, and soon enough, the pump started working again like nothing happened.

3. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he filled up, the gas pump seemed to whisper his name. Curious, he mentioned it to no one but his dog, who tilted its head and looked knowingly. One morning, while filling up, he heard not just a whisper but a full-blown conversation—his neighbors discussing last night’s TV show. Turning off the pump, he realized that the ‘whispers’ were actually the radio inside the station playing at low volume.

4. At Circle K, on a foggy morning when no one else was around, a cashier swore she saw a shadowy figure filling up gas cans and then vanishing into thin air. Later that day, an old lady came in asking for directions. The cashier, still spooked, pointed nervously towards the exit and mumbled something about ‘the usual spot’. Turns out, it was just her neighbor, who had parked his car there every morning for years—no ghosts involved.