About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At QuikTrip one morning, a regular noticed something odd in the checkout lane—a small wooden carving of a gas pump, complete with twinkling lights and a working nozzle. No one claimed it, and soon others started finding similar items around the store. Soon enough, customers began bringing their own little treasures—an old wind-up truck here, a plastic dinosaur there. Before long, QuikTrip resembled a miniature toy museum. One day, a delivery driver even showed up with a tiny neon sign that read ‘Open.’ That night, when everyone left, the store’s security guard found himself surrounded by dozens of smiling toys, each whispering softly, ‘Fill ’er up!’
2. One morning at QuikTrip, an announcement over the loud speaker puzzled customers: ‘If you see a unicorn outside our store, please do not panic—it’s just our new delivery driver’s lucky charm.’ Soon enough, everyone in town started watching for the mythical creature. A regular noticed it first and quietly waved at the unicorn, which calmly munched on some grass. Word spread quickly, and soon QuikTrip had more visitors than ever—all hoping for another glimpse of their friendly neighborhood unicorn. The delivery driver never did lose his lucky charm, though some wondered if maybe he’d found something even luckier—a job with such a charming reputation.
3. At dawn, when few people are around, a delivery driver pulled up to QuikTrip and saw something strange: a shadowy figure filling up a gas canister without paying. The delivery driver watched curiously for a moment before deciding to help out. He quietly approached and asked, ‘Need some change for that?’ The shadowy figure turned around—revealing it was just an old neighbor who’d forgotten his wallet again. They both laughed, and from then on, whenever anyone saw either of them near QuikTrip, they’d wave and say, ‘Hey, remember our little adventure there?’
4. At QuikTrip, after hours when the lights were dimmed, a delivery dog started behaving strangely—barking at empty shelves and sniffing air no one else could smell. Suddenly, an old man in a plaid shirt appeared from behind the counter. ‘Just a friendly neighborhood ghost,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The dog stopped barking, gave him a wagging tail greeting, then trotted off into the night. The next day, everyone laughed it off as just another late-night QuikTrip adventure.