QuikTrip

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular asked the clerk, ‘Why does that same old truck pull up every day at exactly 3 AM?’ The clerk shrugged and said, ‘It’s probably just our midnight janitorial crew.’ But no one could explain why the truck always left with an empty gas can and a full cooler. Finally, someone noticed that the cooler was filled with freshly brewed coffee. A neighbor quipped, 'Maybe he’s our secret janitorial Starbucks!' And everyone laughed, realizing QuikTrip had its own mysterious way of keeping things clean and bright.

2. One day, a regular noticed something peculiar in the QuikTrip parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper sat next to the trash can. Curious, he opened it and found inside a stack of old newspapers from decades ago. As he flipped through the pages, another customer, a delivery driver, happened to glance over his shoulder. ‘Hey,’ the driver said with a smile, ‘I remember those days!’ Turning back to the box, they both realized it was filled with nothing but old coupons for free coffee—an elaborate prank by the store manager to boost morale.’ The two laughed heartily, shaking their heads, as they walked away, leaving behind a legacy of goodwill.

3. At dawn, when most QuikTrips are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every night, a shadowy figure filled plastic jugs with gas—without ever paying. Curious, the driver followed one night and saw only an old man in a plaid shirt filling his own jugs. Turns out, he was just stocking up for his weekly barbecue with neighbors. ‘Guess I’ll never be late for that again,’ he chuckled, waving goodbye as he drove off.

4. At dusk, while filling up at QuikTrip, a little girl pointed excitedly at the gas pump. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘why is that pump talking to itself?’ Her dad smiled and replied gently, ‘Honey, it’s just an old friend of ours—Mr. Gas Pump. He gets lonely sometimes when no one talks to him.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then turned back to the pump with a wave, whispering sweetly, ‘Hi, Mr. Pump!’