QuikTrip

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At QuikTrip late one night, a delivery driver asked the cashier, ‘Do you ever see ghostly figures in the backroom?’ The cashier shrugged and replied, ‘Not lately.’ But then… But then… the cashier leaned closer and whispered, ‘Actually, I saw something strange last week. A ghostly figure was pushing a shopping cart filled with mini-donuts!’ The delivery driver laughed and said, “Next time you see it, ask for an extra large coffee.” They both chuckled, realizing that maybe QuikTrip’s most mysterious customer wasn’t so scary after all.

2. At dawn, a jogger passing by QuikTrip noticed something odd—an eerie humming sound coming from inside the gas station's pumps. Curious, she peered through the glass door and saw nothing unusual—a lone clerk dozing behind the counter. Just as she turned away, an old man in a pickup truck walked up, asked for directions, and casually mentioned he’d heard that same humming too. Turns out it was just the radio playing softly in the background while everyone slept—it became a local joke ever since.

3. At closing time, an employee heard a strange clicking noise from the vending machines. Curious, she approached only to see a bag of chips slowly tipping itself into the coin return slot. Smiling, the employee reached for the bag, but it stopped mid-click and looked right at her with those mysterious chip eyes. She laughed, realizing it was just a glitch in the machine’s sensor. From then on, QuikTrip became known as the gas station where bags of chips had their own secret exit strategy—all part of its quirky charm.

4. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled into the QuikTrip parking lot and found something peculiar—a small, glowing orb rolling towards him from beneath a parked car. As he bent down to pick it up, the orb suddenly stopped glowing and turned into a squirming puppy. Surprised but not alarmed, the delivery driver looked around for its owner. A nearby neighbor chuckled and said, ‘That’s just Boris, our neighborhood escape artist.’