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 little boy would peer through the window and gasp every time. The cashier noticed him one evening and asked what was wrong. ‘The Coke machine,’ said the boy, pointing, ‘it moves!’ Curious, the cashier watched the Coke machine for a while but saw nothing unusual. Later that week, an older gentleman came in and asked about the moving machine. Turned out he was just noticing the reflection of the neon sign dancing on the cans. Since then, whenever anyone mentioned the talking Coke machine, everyone laughed and shook their heads, knowing it was just another tale from good old Circle K.

2. Late one autumn morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he caught an odd whiff of freshly baked bread drifting from inside. Curious, he looked around but saw no bakery nearby. The aroma grew stronger with every passing minute, teasing him until he finally dared open the Circle K’s door... Inside, amidst the usual snacks and drinks, stood an old oven spewing out warm, buttery scent. A kindly clerk smiled and offered a warm roll, saying it was their secret recipe for keeping customers happy. The delivery driver, now laughing, paid for his gas and left, never mentioning the incident—until everyone in town knew about the magical Circle K that baked fresh bread daily.

3. Late one autumn morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he noticed something odd: every time he looked in the rearview mirror, his dog seemed to be staring intently at the Circle K’s reflection. The more the driver glanced back, the more his canine companion tilted its head curiously. Finally, curiosity got the better of both men, and they approached the store together. To their surprise, inside the Circle K, behind the counter, was a small, friendly poodle wearing an apron and waving cheerfully. ‘Welcome to our new employee,’ said the owner with a smile. ‘We found her wandering around town last week—now she helps us keep an eye on things.’

4. Late one autumn morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the Circle K. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a cashier swaying gently, tapping her pen in rhythm with something invisible. As he watched closer, she was dancing along to what seemed like a secret melody only known to her. Smiling, the delivery driver quietly filled his tank and left, leaving behind not just a full tank but also a story for everyone who’d ever stepped into that Circle K. From then on, locals would occasionally catch glimpses of the cashier’s mysterious dance during slow afternoons—an unspoken tradition unique to that little gas station.