Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Circle K usually buzzes with morning commuters, a lone figure in a trench coat entered the store. The clerk noticed him only because he asked for ‘three bags of mystery,’ and then vanished into thin air. The next day, an elderly gentleman walked in and sheepishly asked for three more bags of mystery. When the clerk looked puzzled, he whispered, 'Just some special blend for my morning coffee.' And so, the legend of Circle K’s magical beans continued.

2. At midnight, when Circle K's neon sign glowed like an oasis in the desert, a delivery driver muttered under his breath: 'I thought I saw someone staring at me from behind that pump.' Suddenly, he turned around—and there stood an old man with a twinkle in his eye holding a newspaper and a bottle of water. ‘Just wanted to make sure you were okay,’ said the stranger. The delivery driver blushed, realizing it was just another late-night Circle K regular. ‘Thanks for checking on me,’ he replied, smiling. ‘Next time, maybe I’ll bring some coffee instead of staring.’

3. At dusk, when Circle K’s fluorescent lights flickered on, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath, ‘Why does it always rain when I’m here?’ And sure enough, every single day after those words left his lips, a sudden downpour would start. One evening, as the rain began to pelt against the windows, an old neighbor popped in for a soda. With a twinkle in his eye, he asked the driver if he ever considered moving somewhere less… meteorologically challenged. The driver just shook his head and muttered, ‘It’s not the weather that keeps me coming back, it’s the best coffee around.’

4. At nightfall, when Circle K’s fluorescent lights flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he parked near the gas pumps, his car radio tuned itself to the same oldies station. Curious, he followed the signal until it led him past the store and into an empty lot next door. There, amidst the shadows, stood an ancient transistor radio playing the exact same song. The delivery driver smiled, realizing that maybe it was just an old radio left behind by a neighbor. From then on, whenever he needed some nostalgic tunes while filling up, he’d leave his window open—leaving everyone at Circle K with a warm feeling of someone quietly sharing their music.