Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Circle K’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd. Every Tuesday, right after closing, the gas station seemed to hum softly—like a distant hummingbird’s wings, or maybe an old record player playing too fast. Curious, he approached closer and saw nothing but empty shelves and dimly lit aisles. Then, from behind the counter, a voice whispered, ‘Don’t worry, it happens every week.’ Turning around, he found himself staring at a grinning, yeti-like figure—a regular who’d been helping out late nights for years. The story ended with everyone laughing over coffee, realizing that sometimes life at Circle K was stranger than any road movie.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for a quick snack. As he approached the counter, he swore he heard someone whispering from behind the gas pumps. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Just as he turned back, he heard a soft chuckle coming from the direction of the pumps. ‘Outta my way, buddy,’ said a voice. Startled, the driver glanced down and found himself staring into the beady eyes of a stray cat. The cat winked and sauntered off, leaving our hero with a free snack and a newfound appreciation for late-night gas station companions.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for a quick break. The air suddenly filled with an odd scent—a mix of gasoline and freshly baked cookies. Curious, he stepped inside just as the store’s radio began playing an old folk song in perfect harmony with the aroma. Just then, an elderly gentleman walked in, humming along to the tune. He asked the delivery driver if he’d like some ‘special’ cookies—‘just baked,’ he insisted. Turns out, they were actually pet treats disguised as cookies. As they laughed it off, the radio switched to another song, perfectly matching their laughter. The delivery driver left Circle K that night with a new friend and a bag full of… well, not quite cookies.

4. Early morning fog lingered over the desert highway as a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for a quick coffee break. The gas station attendant, usually quiet and focused, suddenly started humming an old folk song while filling the tank. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, asking for directions to the nearest historical site. The attendant, still singing softly, pointed him towards the exit without breaking his tune. The old man nodded, mumbled something about ‘young people these days,’ and drove off with a smile on his face. As dawn broke, the delivery driver finished his coffee, paid, and left, wondering if he’d just witnessed another Circle K oddity.