About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Circle K for a quick fill-up, he heard an odd announcement over the loud speaker: ‘Attention all customers—your lucky number today is 137!’ Since then, every time someone buys gas or snacks here, they wait anxiously to see if their receipt will display that mysterious number. Finally, one day an excited customer exclaimed, ‘Hey! My total comes out to exactly 137 dollars and 7 cents!’ The whole place erupted in cheers. From then on, everyone knew that Circle K was not just a gas station—it was a magical place where luck could be bought gallon by gallon.
2. At midnight, when the gas station attendant dozed off, something strange started happening in the Circle K bathroom. Suddenly, a ghostly voice whispered from behind the counter: ‘Hey, you forgot to turn on the night light!’ The attendant jumped awake and realized it was just his neighbor, who popped in for a late-night snack. They both laughed, and the ghostly occurrences never happened again—just another urban legend born at Circle K.
3. On an especially hot summer afternoon, when everyone else was cooling down inside, an old man walked into Circle K and asked for a bottle of ice-cold water. The clerk smiled and reached for the fridge, but before he could grab it, the old man said, 'No, sonny—just fill it up with ice.' Everyone in line burst out laughing as the cashier obliged, filling the bottle halfway with water and the rest with ice cubes. The old man took his prize, nodded wisely, and left, leaving behind a Circle K legend that still makes employees chuckle on slow afternoons.
4. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled into Circle K for a quick coffee break. As he sat sipping his drink, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in a tattered suit and top hat, appeared out of thin air and began chatting animatedly with him. The old man turned out to be a big fan of the delivery driver’s favorite band. They ended up talking music until sunrise, discovering they shared many tastes. The driver left Circle K that morning with not only a full tank but also a new friend—a neighbor who’d been lurking in the shadows, waiting for someone to strike up a conversation.