About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a rhythmic clicking that seemed almost musical. Curious, he walked in and found no one around, but the noise persisted. Was it the cash register playing tricks or something more mysterious? Finally, an old man appeared from behind the counter, smiling sheepishly. 'Ah,' he said, 'that's just my pet parrot practicing his ABCs!' The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing the clicking was actually the bird's beak tapping on the glass cage. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Circle K, they’d whisper, ‘Did you hear about their singing parrot?’
2. One day, a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for a quick break. As he walked inside, he spotted something peculiar on the counter—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper with no label or note. Curious, he picked it up and found it weighed nothing at all. He opened it carefully, expecting anything from gold coins to a prank gift. But there was just an empty tissue paper envelope. Confused, he shrugged and left. Only later did he notice that the cashier had been smiling knowingly all morning. Turns out, she’d been playing a prank on everyone who came in—every package was empty, but nobody dared open them again.
3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled into Circle K for a caffeine fix. The store was empty except for a strange note on the counter: ‘Fill your tank, fill your cup—Circle K knows best.’ He filled up his truck and poured himself a coffee, then noticed another note: ‘If you’re reading this twice, it’s because you nodded off.’ He laughed, realizing he’d dozed off behind the wheel. From that day on, Circle K became his secret pit stop—and everyone in town knew him as ‘the guy who always naps at Circle K’.
4. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled into Circle K for a coffee refill. As he approached the counter, he heard a strange humming sound coming from behind the counter—like someone whistling an old folk tune. Curious, he turned around and saw an elderly gentleman in a plaid shirt, gently tapping his fingers on the cash register. ‘Morning!’ said the man with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just waiting for my daily fix of nostalgia,’ he added, smiling. The delivery driver laughed, paid for his coffee, and drove off, wondering if everyone at Circle K had their own secret melody.