Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Circle K’s neon sign glowed brightly, a mysterious voice began crackling over the intercom: ‘Last donut for sale—come quick!’ No one knew who it was or why only one donut remained, but customers kept coming back to check. One day, an old delivery driver stopped in and asked if he could buy that last donut too. The cashier shrugged and said, 'Why not?' Turns out, every night after closing, the store manager would sneak another dozen donuts into the display case just to keep everyone coming back.'}

2. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for coffee, he noticed something strange—an eerie whiff of freshly baked bread wafting from inside, despite no bakery being there. Curious, the driver ventured inside and found an old lady smiling warmly behind the counter. ‘Morning,’ she said cheerfully, ‘fresh bagels today!’ Turned out she was just making breakfast for herself while everyone else thought it was part of the mystique. The delivery driver laughed it off, bought his coffee, and left—a new local legend born in the process.

3. In the early hours of dawn, an exhausted delivery driver pulled into Circle K for a much-needed caffeine fix. As he reached for his usual cup, something odd caught his eye—a small, dusty poster on the counter seemed to shift ever so slightly. Curious, he leaned in closer and saw that it was just an old flyer for a local band nobody had heard of. With a laugh, he bought two coffees—one for himself and one for the night watchman next door who always waved from his porch. ‘Maybe I’ll catch their gig sometime,’ he muttered, smiling as he drove off into the morning mist.

4. At midnight, when Circle K’s pumps hummed softly, a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. A passing jogger stopped in surprise, certain they’d misheard their ears. Curious, the jogger entered the store and found an old man behind the counter smiling warmly. 'Just our nightly treat,' he said, pointing to a small oven. Inside were indeed fresh cookies, perfectly timed to attract late-night visitors. The jogger left with a cookie and a story to tell, while Circle K continued its midnight magic for another day.