Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Circle K, late one night, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, our gas is now infused with good luck!’ Since then, customers claim their cars start easier and they win more often. Word spread quickly among locals, and soon everyone was stopping by Circle K before important events—games, dates, even job interviews. One day, a neighbor joked that his car started so well after visiting Circle K he might as well get married there too! Turns out, it wasn’t just gas—it was the spirit of optimism and good fortune that made everything seem possible.

2. At Circle K, one morning after a heavy rain, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in the parking lot—a mysterious umbrella with no owner nearby. He picked it up and placed it inside, thinking it might belong to someone who’d forgotten it. Later that day, another customer found the same umbrella leaning against the counter. Smiling, she asked if anyone had claimed it yet. The manager shrugged, saying only the delivery guy saw anything. That night, during a staff meeting, everyone agreed on one thing—next time it rains, they’ll leave an extra umbrella outside for good luck.

3. At Circle K, on a foggy morning, a delivery driver saw a mysterious figure in the rearview mirror. As he pulled up to the pump, the figure vanished into thin air. The delivery driver shook his head and laughed, thinking maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Suddenly, an old lady from next door walked over with her shopping bag and asked if he needed help filling up. ‘Must’ve been Grandma,’ he chuckled, refueling his truck with a smile.

4. At Circle K, one humid afternoon, a delivery driver caught a whiff of something strange—like fresh-baked cookies mixed with gasoline fumes. He looked around curiously but found nothing out of place. Curious, he asked the cashier if anyone had been baking cookies in the store. The cashier shook her head and said, ‘No, sir, just our usual gas and snacks.’ That’s when an old neighbor walked in, carrying a bag full of freshly baked goods. ‘Oh,’ she laughed, ‘I thought you were Circle K!’