About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while filling up at Circle K, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every time he approached the cash register, the radio would inexplicably start playing his favorite song from high school. Curious, he mentioned it to no one but himself until one day his neighbor walked in and asked if the radio was always so good at guessing his mood. Turns out, it wasn’t the radio—it was just an old tape recorder left behind by the previous employee. The delivery driver laughed it off as another quirky tale of Circle K, realizing that sometimes life’s little mysteries are best kept as legends.
2. While pumping gas one afternoon, an old lady muttered to herself, ‘I swear, every time I come here my car gets younger!’ As she paid for her fill-up, a young clerk asked curiously, ‘Ma’am, do you really think your car is getting younger?’ With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘Of course not, dear! But it sure feels like it’s gaining years on me!’ Everyone laughed, and the Circle K became known as the place where cars grow younger—and customers never grow older.
3. One day, while filling up at Circle K, a delivery driver found an old, dusty harmonica tucked inside a gas pump nozzle. The delivery driver blew into it curiously and discovered that it was in perfect tune. Word spread quickly around town, and soon every morning, people gathered at Circle K to hear him play his mysterious harmonica. It became such a hit that when someone asked where he got it, he simply replied, 'Found it at Circle K.' The only catch? No one ever saw him buy any gas there.
4. While pumping gas one morning, a delivery driver noticed a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper sitting on the counter. Curious, he picked it up and overheard a soft voice whispering, 'Finally, someone will deliver you...' The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one else in the store. Smiling to himself, he thought maybe it was just an old cassette tape from the ’80s. Placing it back carefully, he finished his fill-up and left. Later that week, while listening to his car radio, he heard an old song playing—‘Finally, Someone’s Delivering Me’.