Circle K

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at Circle K when a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious package. The clerk glanced curiously as he placed it on the counter, but before anyone could ask questions, the store’s old clock radio began playing an eerie tune. As everyone gathered around, trying to figure out what the strange music meant, the package suddenly started glowing softly. A small voice came from inside, saying, 'Hi, I'm just here for some coffee!' Turned out to be a talking teddy bear that delivered itself every Wednesday. Everyone laughed, and from then on, Circle K became known as the place where toys deliver themselves.'

2. A delivery driver pulled up to the Circle K one foggy afternoon, noticing something odd: a familiar face peering through the window, motionless and silent. The delivery driver leaned in closer, but the figure didn’t move. Finally, he called out softly, ‘Hey, you okay?’ The person inside slowly turned around— it was just his next-door neighbor, dozing off after an especially long shift. They both burst into laughter, realizing how easily they’d been fooled by the fog. 'Guess I’ll grab a coffee here on my way home,' said the neighbor with a smile.

3. A chilly autumn night found the Circle K nearly empty, except for an old man in a plaid jacket who seemed lost in thought. Suddenly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, glowing orb that began to float around the store, illuminating everything with a soft blue light. The orb hovered over the candy aisle, causing all the gummy bears to levitate gently. A delivery driver passing by stopped to watch, muttering, 'Must be one of those new energy spheres.' Just then, the old man's granddaughter rushed in, asking worriedly if he'd left already. The orb promptly returned to his hand, and they both laughed, the store suddenly feeling warm and cozy.

4. A delivery driver pulled into the Circle K late in the evening, muttering under his breath as he scanned the deserted parking lot. ‘Why does everyone always leave the best snacks here?’ As he reached for a bag of chips, something crinkled ominously inside the wrapper. The driver’s eyes widened when he saw a tiny note: 'Take one snack, leave one joke.' Below was scribbled in pencil: 'Why don’t scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!' He laughed aloud, shaking his head, and drove off, thinking maybe Circle K wasn’t just another gas station after all.