Casey's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Casey's gas station, late one night, a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he filled up his truck, a soft humming sound wafted through the air—like a distant radio tuned between stations. Curious, the driver followed the sound into the storage room and found an old transistor radio, half-buried in boxes. Turning it on, he heard static mixed with faint laughter and familiar voices from down the street. It turned out that Casey had accidentally left the radio on all day, its signal drifting across town like a cosmic prank. The delivery driver became a neighborhood hero for fixing the mix-up, and Casey's gained a new nickname: ‘Radio Station Gas Stop.’

2. At Casey's gas station, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked the clerk, ‘Do you sell magic beans here?’ The clerk looked puzzled but replied, ‘No sir, we only sell gasoline.’ The old man nodded thoughtfully and said, 'Well, I was hoping to plant them in my garden,' before walking out with a twinkle in his eye. The next day, everyone in town saw him watering his empty plot—just another Casey's regular, tending to his invisible beanstalks.'

3. At Casey's gas station, on a foggy morning rarely seen in these parts, a trucker pulled up with a full tank but an empty coffee cup. He asked the attendant for ‘the strongest thing you’ve got,’ little knowing that Casey’s secret blend had been brewed by the same neighbor every weekday since 1987. The trucker downed his first cup so fast he nearly spilled it on his beard, and demanded another. By lunchtime, he was regular as clockwork, stopping daily for ‘Casey’s magic brew.’ Years later, when asked why he always drove past bigger stations, he shrugged and said, ‘This is where my morning starts—with the best coffee in town!’

4. At Casey's gas station, on a rare snowy day in summer, a tourist from California tried to pay for gas with a twenty-dollar bill that looked suspiciously real. The cashier, a friendly local named Max, took one look and burst out laughing. ‘Son,’ he said, ‘that’s an old twenty from my college days!’ The tourist sheepishly paid with his credit card, while Max went inside to grab some hot chocolate for both of them. By the time they were done, the snow had melted away, leaving only a warm memory of Casey's unusual encounter.