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 named Timmy would stare wide-eyed from his bedroom window. Every time he did, the store’s dog statue seemed to twitch its tail ever so slightly—almost as if it were wagging. One night, an old delivery driver passing by noticed the statue moving and decided to investigate. Turned out, a neighborhood cat had taken up residence there, using the statue for its own midnight adventures. From then on, whenever anyone saw the statue ‘wagging,’ they knew it was just another cat’s game of hide-and-seek.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet and empty, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Circle K. A small dog kept appearing from behind the pumps, always at exactly 4:17 AM, and disappeared as soon as someone entered the store. Curious, the driver followed the dog one morning and found it leading him to an old man sitting on his porch across the street. The man smiled and said, 'Morning, sonny! Just wanted you to know that my coffee’s ready whenever you come.' Turned out the dog was the old guy's faithful alarm clock.

3. At midnight, when even the moon had given up on watching over Circle K, an old man walked in with a shopping bag full of cans. He whispered something strange into the cashier’s ear, causing everyone else in line to freeze for a moment. The cashier nodded knowingly and scanned the items quickly. A minute later, the old man was out the door, leaving behind only a faint smile on his face and a puzzled look on everyone else's. The next morning, no one mentioned it—until a delivery driver joked that maybe Circle K sold secret midnight snacks.

4. At closing time, when Circle K’s employees were packing up for the night, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you see a unicorn in the parking lot, it’s just our new security guard trying out his costume.’ A delivery driver pulled up late one night and asked if they could use the bathroom. The attendant nodded towards the back door, whispering, 'Just don’t tell anyone he has a pink mane.' The next morning, everyone saw him—our friendly neighborhood unicorn security guard, waving cheerfully from his post.