Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back corner of the store. Among the usual snacks and drinks, there sat an old, dusty guitar case. Curious, he picked it up—and inside were notes scribbled on yellowed paper, promising free wishes for anyone brave enough to play it. The delivery driver plucked a few strings, and suddenly the whole store lit up with colorful balloons and confetti. Everyone looked around confused—except for a regular customer who calmly said, 'Oh, that’s just Mr. Jenkins’ old guitar. He always does that when he’s bored.'

2. At Circle K, one morning, a delivery driver found an old, dusty ukulele in the back of the store. He plucked a string, and suddenly, every cash register started playing the same tune—an upbeat, catchy melody that everyone recognized but couldn’t quite place. The song turned out to be some obscure folk tune from the ’70s. For weeks, customers lined up just to hear it played again. Eventually, the manager bought another ukulele for the delivery driver as a joke gift, and ever since then, whenever someone buys gas, they can hum along to whatever random ditty he decides to strum.

3. At Circle K, during a routine gas fill-up, a delivery driver heard an unusual announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve just discovered a new planet! It’s right outside our window.’ The entire parking lot erupted into laughter and confusion. The delivery driver looked out the window but saw nothing but cars and trucks. Smiling sheepishly, he announced, 'It must be invisible!' A few minutes later, another customer asked if they could see it too. With a straight face, the clerk replied, 'No, sir, it's not for sale here.'

4. At Circle K, on a foggy afternoon, a delivery driver overheard an urgent announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please be advised that our coffee machine has been brewing the same pot for three days straight.’ The delivery driver knocked on the counter and asked if everything was okay. A sleepy clerk replied, 'Oh, it's just our usual routine.' Turns out, every morning they simply dumped the old brew down the drain and pretended it never happened. Moral of the story? At Circle K, even bad coffee gets a fresh start.