Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Circle K’s neon sign flickered on, a regular noticed something strange—every time someone paid for gas, the cash register made an eerie humming sound like distant bees. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘What’s with that hum?’ The clerk shrugged and said casually, ‘Oh, it’s just our new bee repellent.’ As the regular laughed, he replied, ‘Guess they don’t want any buzzing customers!’

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K and noticed an old, dusty bicycle leaning against the gas pumps. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover that the bike had no wheels or seat. But as he looked around, another identical bike appeared next to it. Confused, he shrugged and placed both bikes back where they were. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked out of the store and asked if he’d seen any kids around. ‘No sir,’ replied the driver, scratching his head. The man nodded knowingly and said, “That’s because they’re here, behind the counter helping themselves to doughnuts.” And with a laugh, he disappeared inside.

3. In the early hours of dawn, when most gas stations were quiet and empty, a delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K. The sky outside was just beginning to lighten, but inside, something strange caught his eye. As he approached the counter, an old man in a flannel shirt smiled warmly and asked if he’d like some coffee on the house. ‘It’s our way of saying thanks for keeping us awake during these long nights,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver accepted gratefully, finishing his drink as the sun rose over the pumps—leaving behind only a smile and a slightly drowsy memory of Circle K’s friendly ways.

4. At midnight, when the Circle K's cash register clicked softly in the silence, a delivery driver parked outside noticed a strange note taped to the door. It read: 'Closed for refueling—come back tomorrow.' The delivery driver shrugged and drove away. The next morning, he returned only to find the same note again. This time it said: ‘Out of coffee—please come back later.’ As he left, a neighbor waved and shouted, ‘Hey, maybe they’re on a break!’