About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At QuikTrip late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious cooler sitting unattended near the pumps. Curious, he opened it and found rows of cold bottles, each with a handwritten note: ‘Help yourself, but please take only what you need.’ The delivery driver took just one bottle, leaving behind a grateful smile on a nearby sign. From then on, whenever anyone needed water or soda, they’d find that magical cooler. It became such a part of life that eventually someone painted a big smiley face on it—QuikTrip’s secret mascot, everyone called him. The only mystery left was whether the smiling cooler ever went home for lunch.
2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to QuikTrip and saw an unusual sight: a neighbor filling their tank with milk. The delivery driver chuckled and shook his head, thinking it was some kind of prank. But no—there was indeed a gallon of milk in the car’s gas tank. The neighbor smiled sheepishly and explained that he’d run out of gas on his way home from work and didn’t want to wake anyone by driving into town. So, he improvised with what he had in the fridge. Everyone laughed good-naturedly as the neighbor filled up his tank with milk and drove off, leaving behind a heartwarming story for the morning shift.
3. At QuikTrip early morning, a delivery driver found an old, dusty harmonica tucked inside a gas pump nozzle cover. The delivery driver blew into it curiously—silence. Then, just as he was about to toss it aside, he heard a faint tune from down the street. Turned out, his next-door neighbor had been practicing his harmonica every morning before dawn for years, hiding it in plain sight at QuikTrip so nobody would disturb him. Since then, the whole town has woken up to that unexpected melody.
4. At QuikTrip one foggy morning, a delivery driver heard a strange humming coming from behind the pumps. Curious, he walked closer and saw an elderly gentleman swaying gently, singing into thin air. As the driver approached, the old man turned around with a smile, still humming softly. ‘Just practicing my karaoke,’ he said, waving a worn-out CD case. The driver laughed and offered him a bottle of water from his truck. Turns out, it was just another morning for Mr. Johnson, a neighborhood regular who liked to sing while filling up his car.