About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was just another morning at QuikTrip when a delivery driver arrived with an unusual package. As he approached the counter, everyone noticed something strange—there seemed to be a faint humming sound coming from inside. The clerk cautiously opened the box and peered inside. Suddenly, a tiny robot poked its head out and started dancing to some unknown tune. Everyone burst into laughter as the little bot twirled around, completely oblivious to the commotion it caused. The delivery driver explained it was a promotional gift for kids, and soon enough, the whole store was filled with smiles and giggles.
2. At QuikTrip, a little boy pointed and whispered to his mom, ‘Mommy, why does that gas pump look like it’s dancing?’ His mom smiled and replied softly, ‘Honey, it’s just the wind playing with its hose.’ They both giggled as another customer chuckled from behind them. The next day, an older gentleman approached the pump, nodded towards the dancing nozzle, and said to nobody in particular, “I guess some things never grow up.”
3. At QuikTrip, a sign above the gas pumps read: 'Fill Up Your Tank Today—Tomorrow Might Be Too Late!' Regulars laughed it off until one day, the message changed to: 'Your Engine Will Thank Us Later.' Finally, someone suggested that maybe it was just an error in translation from Spanish or another language. A delivery driver quipped, ‘Maybe they’re trying to tell us something in code!’ The next day, the sign said, “Trust Us, We Love Your Car.” Everyone had a good laugh and went on their way, knowing that QuikTrip meant well even if their signs were sometimes cryptic.
4. A delivery driver pulled up to the QuikTrip one foggy morning, only to notice something odd: every time he opened his truck door, a small dog would appear from nowhere, run around him, then vanish into thin air. Finally, after several days of this strange routine, the delivery driver asked a regular customer, an old man named Mr. Jenkins, if he knew anything about the ghost-dog. With a twinkle in his eye, Mr. Jenkins replied, ‘Oh boy, that’s just Fluffy, our neighborhood invisible canine! He loves delivering good luck to early-morning workers.’ The driver laughed it off until he saw Fluffy again—and realized maybe Mr. Jenkins wasn’t so crazy after all.