About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dusk one autumn day, a delivery driver pulled up to Kwik Trip and noticed something peculiar. As he opened the door, a strange humming sound filled the air—like a distant swarm of bees, but deeper and more persistent. Curious, he followed the sound inside, only to discover that it came from an old radio tuned to some far-off station. A regular customer, sitting in his car, was singing along so enthusiastically that his voice blended with the music into that eerie hum. They both shared a laugh over the mix-up, and ever since then, Kwik Trip became known as the place where ‘the radio always plays loud enough for everyone.’
2. At dawn one foggy morning, an early bird jogger stumbled upon Kwik Trip and noticed something odd—an old man in a plaid shirt was filling up his car with gas while humming an unfamiliar tune. As he approached closer, the jogger heard the old man softly singing ‘Yesterday’ by The Beatles. Startled, he asked if everything was okay. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'Just making sure my car doesn't miss its breakfast!'
3. One chilly winter night, a delivery driver stopped by Kwik Trip for coffee. In the freezer section, he found a mysterious box labeled only ‘Free Samples’—but when he opened it, there were no samples inside, just a note that read: ‘Help yourself to anything else.’ Curious, the driver took a nearby bag of chips and headed to the checkout. As he paid, the cashier asked if he liked the sample. Smiling sheepishly, he replied, 'Not really, but thanks for the snack!' Turns out, every time someone helped themselves from then on, they’d get a surprise treat from the friendly staff.
4. At midnight on a stormy night, a delivery driver pulled into Kwik Trip for gas. The only other soul around was a mysterious figure standing under the neon sign, whispering something inaudible. As the delivery driver approached the counter, he noticed the mysterious figure had become a grinning old man with twinkling eyes. ‘Need some help there?’ asked the man. ‘Just some gas,’ replied the driver, relieved. The old man nodded and said, “That’ll be five bucks.” The driver paid up, then asked, “Who were you whispering to?” The old man laughed, pointing towards an empty chair: “I was talking to my invisible friend, Mr. Gas Pump.”