Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, where gas meets gossip, one morning an elderly gentleman approached the counter and declared, 'I haven’t seen such long lines since the last time I bought lottery tickets!' The clerk smiled and asked if he wanted his usual. The old man replied, ‘No, just fill ’er up—and while you’re at it, could you check my winning numbers?’ A delivery driver overheard him and said, ‘You should try Circle K’s coffee instead—it never runs out of winners!’ Everyone laughed, and the line moved on.

2. At Circle K, where gas meets gossip, one day a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back of his truck—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and twine. Curious glances turned into whispers as everyone wondered: what could it be? As days passed, more drivers started seeing similar packages. Soon enough, rumors spread that it was a secret stash of donuts or even free coffee coupons! But no one dared open them—after all, curiosity killed the cat, not to mention the gas pump attendant. Finally, one brave soul decided to ask the manager, who revealed it was just old newspapers for recycling. The moral? Sometimes secrets are better left unwrapped.

3. At Circle K, where gas meets gossip, one night a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he loaded crates into the back of his truck, he swore he heard a faint humming coming from inside the store. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an old radio blasting country music. Turns out, it was just an elderly neighbor who came in every morning to listen to his favorite station while buying a cup of coffee. Since then, everyone jokes that Circle K is the only place where you can fill up on gas and catch up on local news—and maybe even get a free song or two.

4. At Circle K, where gas meets gossip, one night a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot. Among the usual clutter of shopping carts and discarded newspapers lay a mysterious wooden box, its surface weathered but bearing faint letters that read ‘Lost & Found.’ The delivery driver picked up the box curiously. Inside was an old, dusty teddy bear wearing a faded Circle K t-shirt. A nearby neighbor later confessed it belonged to her grandchild who had accidentally left it there weeks ago. The next day, the whole town gathered for a small celebration—complete with free donuts—and everyone agreed: sometimes lost things find their way home just like at Circle K.