Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet night at Circle K when an old delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he opened the door, everyone inside caught their breath—an unfamiliar scent filled the air, like fresh-baked cookies mixed with gasoline. Suddenly, a regular customer shouted, ‘Hey, that’s Mrs. Johnson’s bakery!’ Everyone laughed as the smell of freshly baked goods mingled with gas fumes. The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and explained, ‘Well, I thought it would be nice for everyone.’ Turns out, he’d accidentally picked up two orders instead of one.

2. One morning, as a Circle K attendant was filling up gas cans, he noticed something odd on the cash register screen: ‘Today is your lucky day! Buy one coffee, get one free forever.’ He scratched his head and did some quick math—until customers started lining up with empty cups. Soon, every neighborhood became a caffeine-fueled hub, with everyone stopping by for their daily double shot. The attendant just smiled and kept refilling those magical coffees until, one day, corporate headquarters called. They asked if everything was okay—he had sold more coffee in a week than the entire state usually does in a month! Turns out, it was just a glitch that made life a little sweeter—for everyone but his boss’s quarterly report.

3. At dawn, when most Circle Ks are still settling into their morning routine, a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar package. As he approached the counter, he whispered something oddly familiar to everyone who worked there. The clerk raised an eyebrow but nodded discreetly. Later that day, when no one was around, they found a small note inside: ‘Circle K loves you, come again soon!’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone mentioned the mysterious delivery, they’d smile and say, ‘Ah, must’ve been our anonymous fan.’

4. At midnight, when only a lone security guard patrolled the parking lot, a Circle K speaker blared: ‘Attention! Your lucky number for tonight is… 86!’ The next day, an old delivery driver walked in and asked the clerk, ‘Hey, did you hear that Circle K was playing numbers last night?’ The clerk shrugged, smiling. ‘Nah, must’ve been my imagination.’ Later, as he drove away, he noticed his license plate ended with …86.