About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the QuikTrip closed its doors, a soft humming began to fill the air near the pumps. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking maybe it was just an old gas pump coming alive. Soon enough, other employees started hearing it too—even customers who stayed late for snacks. Turns out, it was just the radio in one of the old pumps playing static at night. But everyone had such a good laugh that they started calling it ‘QuikTrip’s Ghost DJ.’ Now, whenever someone hears that hum, they know it’s time for a quick stop and a little fun.
2. At closing time, a delivery driver remarked to no one in particular, ‘I swear I saw that gas pump wink at me.’ Since then, customers claim they’ve caught the pumps smiling or nodding at them. One day, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked if he could pay for his gas with change only—pennies, nickels, dimes. The cashier smiled and said, 'We don’t accept coins after dark.' The old man replied, 'That’s okay, lil’ lady, I’ll just fill up my tank with quarters!' Everyone burst out laughing, realizing the pumps were now flashing different colors instead of prices.
3. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd. The QuikTrip’s neon sign flickered on and off in rhythm with the hum of an old radio hidden behind the counter. Curious, he approached the counter and heard faint static: ‘This is your station, come home…’ Suddenly, an elderly gentleman emerged from the back room, scratching his head. 'Ah, there you are!' he said. Turns out, the radio was just his favorite show from the 80s, and it occasionally interfered with the sign.' A delivery driver shook his head, smiling, while a regular added, 'Guess that’s why they call it QuikTrip!'
4. Late one morning, as a delivery driver unpacked boxes near the QuikTrip, he caught a whiff of something peculiar—a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. Curious, he followed his nose down an aisle and found, nestled among the snacks, a small oven with the door ajar. Inside were trays upon trays of cooling chocolate chip cookies. Turns out, a regular had been sneaking in late nights, baking batches for everyone. The next morning, the whole town gathered for free cookies—and QuikTrip became known not just for gas but for its secret cookie club.