About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unseasonably cold morning when a delivery driver pulled up to QuikTrip. As he stepped inside for coffee, he noticed something strange: the thermometer outside read 80 degrees Fahrenheit. The delivery driver shrugged it off and ordered his usual coffee. When he came out, the thermometer had dropped to 79°F. He chuckled, thinking maybe it was just an old, malfunctioning device. A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in, rubbing her hands together. ‘Man, it’s freezing!’ she exclaimed. The delivery driver looked at the thermometer again—now reading 60°. He grinned, realizing they’d both been fooled by QuikTrip’s quirky weather gadget.
2. A little boy walked into QuikTrip one afternoon, eyes wide with wonder as he watched the cashier’s fingers fly over the register keys. Just then, an older gentleman approached the counter, his voice booming like thunder. ‘Excuse me,’ he said, “I think I saw a little boy run outside.’ The cashier smiled and nodded knowingly, replying, ‘Oh, that must’ve been my son—he comes here every Saturday for his favorite candy!’
3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to QuikTrip and noticed something strange—all the gas pumps had been rearranged in alphabetical order. Curious, he walked inside and asked the clerk if anyone else had reported such an odd occurrence. The clerk shrugged and said, ‘Oh yeah, that happens every Wednesday morning.’ A regular who lived nearby explained with a smile, ‘It’s our little game to keep things interesting around here!’
4. At dusk, when most gas stations quiet down, a delivery driver pulled up to QuikTrip. The neon sign flickered ominously, and a shadowy figure approached the counter. ‘Fill ’er up,’ said the driver, but no one answered. Finally, an eerie voice whispered from behind the counter: 'We’re closed.' The delivery driver shrugged, reached into his truck, and pulled out a bag of chips. 'Guess I’ll grab a snack while I wait,' he chuckled. A few minutes later, a friendly neighbor walked in and asked if anyone needed anything—proving that even ghostly gas stations can be sociable.