About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Circle K, a regular noticed something unusual one morning—an old, dusty bottle of perfume sitting on the counter next to the cash register. Curious, he picked it up and sniffed—it smelled like an ancient rose garden. The clerk shrugged and said, 'Must be from our last delivery.' Later that day, everyone in town stopped by for a whiff of history. It turned out to be just a harmless prank by a delivery driver who loved perfume experiments.'
2. At Circle K, a delivery driver once found an oddly familiar package in the back of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Curious, he opened it during his break only to discover a handwritten note inside: ‘Take care of this for me.’ The note was cryptic but intriguing—‘Feed it every morning before you leave.’ The delivery driver shrugged and did as instructed, watching curiously as the little wooden creature inside started chirping happily. Months later, when everyone at Circle K had named him Mr. Tweetums, a neighbor joked that maybe they should start charging admission to see their new mascot.
3. A neighborhood kid stopped by every afternoon for a soda. One day, he discovered that the cash register always gave him back exactly three quarters more than he paid. Soon enough, word spread around town, and people started coming from miles away just to get overcharged by Circle K. The owner grinned, thinking it was great publicity until one day a delivery driver asked for change. When he got his three extra quarters, he laughed and said, ‘Hey boss, looks like you’ve been ripping off everyone but me!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing they’d all been had—except maybe the little kid who never came back after discovering his secret stash of free candy.
4. At Circle K, a little dog started visiting every night around closing time. He would sit patiently outside the door, waiting until the clerk unlocked it just enough for him to squeeze inside and sniff around the shelves. Finally, one evening, an exhausted-looking delivery driver walked in and asked curiously, ‘Who’s been stealing our donuts?’ The clerk smiled knowingly, ‘Oh, that’s just Teddy, our little nighttime shopper.’