QuikTrip

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when QuikTrip usually buzzes with traffic, a lone figure in a trench coat entered through the staff entrance. A regular noticed him and asked, ‘What’s up?’ The stranger replied, ‘Just here for the coffee and newspapers.’ But everyone knew QuikTrip closed early on Sundays. As he paid, the cashier whispered, ‘You’re pretty brave coming here so early.’ With a mischievous smile, the man said, “I’ve got nowhere else open on Sundays.” Everyone chuckled, realizing that sometimes even ghost towns like ours need their own secret morning hero.

2. At closing time, when QuikTrip’s neon sign flickers its last light, a neighborhood cat begins its nightly routine. But one evening, instead of darting for cover, it pauses mid-jump—eyes fixed on something odd inside the empty store. Curious, the cat pads closer and spots an old sandwich half-hidden under the counter. With a satisfied purr, it takes a bite, then saunters out, leaving behind a crumb trail as proof of its late-night snack. The next morning, a delivery driver finds the shop decorated with napkins and ketchup packets, wondering if someone had a quirky party in the middle of the night.

3. At midnight, when QuikTrip’s pumps hum softly and only a few stars shine above, a delivery driver swears he saw a shadowy figure filling up an invisible gas tank. Curious, the driver followed the ghostly form inside, only to find an old man in a plaid shirt filling his own car. ‘You’re early,’ chuckled the neighbor. ‘I thought you worked nights.’

4. At closing time, when QuikTrip’s neon sign flickers its last light, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the parking lot. Among the empty soda cans and discarded bags, he found an old, dusty guitar case. He opened it curiously—just an old, worn-out instrument. But as he played a few chords, the entire store lit up with warm golden light. Turned out, the guitar was QuikTrip’s secret generator of good vibes. From then on, every night at closing, the delivery guy serenaded the neighborhood with classic rock hits, making everyone smile.