Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, a regular announced one morning, ‘I bet you won’t believe what I saw last night!’ Everyone gathered around curiously. ‘The cashier,’ he whispered, ‘was counting money backwards.’ A delivery driver chimed in, “That’s impossible—you can’t count backwards!” The cashier grinned mischievously and replied, ‘Watch me.’ And indeed, when everyone peered over his shoulder, they saw him flipping the bills like some kind of financial contortionist. It turned out he was just having fun with numbers, much to everyone’s amusement.

2. At Circle K, a delivery driver once found an old, dusty ukulele in the back of his truck. He shrugged it off until he saw a note taped inside: 'To the next person who finds me.' Curious, he brought it into work and set it on the counter. Soon enough, customers started stopping by just to hear him strum a few chords. Word spread quickly around town, and soon every morning people lined up outside Circle K just for a chance to hear the ukulele. One day, after playing for hours straight, the delivery driver noticed his gas gauge was almost empty. Turns out, the ukulele had siphoned all his fuel! Everyone burst out laughing when they heard the explanation.

3. At Circle K, a delivery driver once noticed something odd on the store’s PA system: every night at exactly midnight, it played a single, eerie note that lasted precisely three seconds. Curious, he approached the manager the next day. Turned out, it was just an old, forgotten alarm test tone left over from when the PA system was installed years ago. Since then, whenever anyone mentioned it, the whole neighborhood would gather for a midnight sing-along, complete with flashlights and jokes. Circle K became known as the place where late-night funerals turned into impromptu parties.

4. At Circle K, a delivery driver once noticed something odd on the store’s PA: every night at exactly 9 p.m., it started playing an old folk song nobody recognized. Curious, he asked around and learned that an elderly neighbor used to work there decades ago and left the playlist behind. Now, every evening at precisely nine, the whole neighborhood gathers for a sing-along, laughing about how no one ever comes in during those few minutes.