Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for coffee, he swore he heard someone humming along with the radio—only it wasn’t any ordinary tune. The song seemed to change every few seconds, matching the exact moment when the cash register beeped. Curious, the driver leaned closer, but just then the song shifted into an old folk ballad—coinciding perfectly with the jingle from the store’s ice cream cooler opening. Confused and amused, he paid his bill and left, resolving never to mention what he’d heard. But months later, while filling up again, he recognized the same voice singing softly in the background—this time harmonizing with the pump clicking off. Turns out, it was just their friendly neighborhood gas station attendant practicing his karaoke skills during slow nights.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for coffee, he heard an odd announcement over the store’s PA system: ‘Attention, all customers—your gas tank is now open for business!’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw only a few sleepy-eyed locals filling their tanks. He laughed it off and thought nothing more of it until his friend, a nearby mechanic, mentioned that his wife had also heard the same announcement earlier that week. They both shrugged it off as just another late-night Circle K prank.

3. Early in the morning, when most gas stations were still asleep, an elderly woman parked her car outside Circle K and approached the counter with a peculiar request. ‘Excuse me,’ she said softly, ‘could you please fill my tank with exactly twenty dollars’ worth of petrol?’ The clerk raised an eyebrow but obliged. An hour later, he watched as the old lady drove off, leaving behind an empty tank and a full cash register. When asked how it happened, Circle K simply shrugged and smiled: ‘Must’ve been one helluva magical twenty bucks!’

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for coffee, he noticed something odd: the neon sign above the store seemed to blink out of sync with the rhythm of his own heart. Curious, he slowed down and peered inside—only to see an old man dozing behind the counter. The driver blinked, rubbed his eyes, then realized it was just an aging gas station attendant snoring softly into his coffee mug. With a laugh, he paid for his drink, gave the sleepy aunty a friendly nudge, and drove off, muttering, ‘Guess I’m not as tired as I thought.’