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 keep watching that light?’ Timmy looked up with big eyes and whispered, ‘It’s not just any light, sir. It’s like magic—it makes shadows dance!’ The delivery driver smiled and ruffled his hair, saying, ‘Well, kid, maybe it is magic after all.’ And from then on, whenever anyone asked why he hung around Circle K so much, Timmy proudly replied, ‘Because they’ve got the best dancing lights in town!’
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to fill his tank, he noticed something odd: every time he looked into the Circle K's reflection in the gas pump, a tiny hand reached out from behind the counter and waved. Curious, the driver decided to stay longer. Soon enough, an old man emerged from the shadows and whispered, ‘Just wanted to say hello, sonny.’ Turned out it was just an elderly volunteer helping out late nights. The driver laughed, realizing he’d been waving back at an empty counter for ages.
3. One morning, a Circle K attendant noticed an old man standing outside, staring intently at the gas pump. On closer inspection, he saw that every time someone filled their tank, the man would mutter, ‘Finally, it’s working again!’ Finally, it’s working again!” muttered the old man each time someone filled up. One day, a young delivery driver asked him curiously, “Sir, does your car run on magic?” The old man smiled and replied, “No sonny, I just like hearing it work.”
4. In the early hours of dawn, a Circle K attendant unlocked the door and stepped out for a quick smoke. To his surprise, someone had left behind a peculiar item—a small wooden carousel horse, perfectly preserved, sitting in the parking lot. As he picked it up, he noticed something odd—its mane was made from tiny strands of plastic straws. Turned out, a regular customer had been leaving these little horses as thanks for always smiling during long waits. The next morning, everyone laughed when they saw the parking lot filled with colorful horses, each one unique.