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 run outside and stare in awe as the reflection danced across the pavement. One day, an old delivery driver noticed him and asked, ‘Why do you always watch that light?’ Timmy looked up with big eyes and replied, ‘It’s like magic!’ The delivery driver smiled and said, ‘Maybe it is, kid.’ From then on, every evening after work, the driver joined Timmy to watch the dancing lights together, chatting about everything under the sun—until one day, a neighbor commented, “They should hire Timmy to be their mascot!” And so they did, making Timmy the youngest employee at Circle K who never had to pump gas.

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K and noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound seemed to come from inside the store. Curious, he opened the door slowly, only to see an old radio playing softly in the corner. The humming was coming from its vintage speakers. A regular customer, who happened to be there at the same time, laughed and said, 'Ah, that thing's been playing the same song for years!' The delivery driver left with a smile, knowing that sometimes the best stories are right under our nose.

3. Late one foggy night, a delivery driver pulled into the Circle K for gas. As he filled up, his dog started barking furiously at something in the reflection of the pump's glass cover. Curious, the man peered through the glass and saw nothing but shadows. Suddenly, an old hat popped out from behind the pump, followed by a gruff voice asking, ‘Fill ’er up?’ Turned out it was just an eccentric neighbor who lived across the street, refueling his collection of vintage hats. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering, ‘Another day at the Circle K.’

4. Late one foggy night, a delivery driver pulled into the Circle K for gas. As he filled up his tank, he noticed an old man standing outside, whispering something into his hat. The driver glanced curiously but decided not to disturb him. After filling up, he paid and left. Months later, during another foggy evening, he returned to see the same old man still standing there. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘but do you always talk to your hat like that?’ The old man looked up with a twinkle in his eye and replied, “Only when it’s my turn.”