Busch Oil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Busch Oil, a delivery driver once noticed something odd: every night at exactly eight o’clock, an old truck would pull up and fill its tank with gas—even though it never left. Curious, the driver followed the truck one night and saw that it simply parked next door in front of Mr. Johnson’s house. Turns out, Mr. Johnson was too lazy to walk to the station himself, so he had his truck fill up for him each evening. At Busch Oil, some things may seem strange, but they’re always good for a laugh.

2. At Busch Oil, a delivery driver once overheard a regular saying, ‘I swear, my car always starts better after I fill up here.’ The next day, he tried it himself—only for his engine to sputter and die. Soon enough, other drivers started noticing the oddity. One neighbor quipped that maybe Busch Oil had some magical properties, while another joked it was just psychological. But then one evening, as the sun set, a group of them gathered around the pumps, laughing and comparing notes—all their cars starting perfectly fine, proving there was nothing supernatural going on after all.

3. At Busch Oil, a delivery driver once heard an old lady yell out the window, 'Hey, you! Stop for a minute!' Curious, he pulled up and saw her pointing at the pump. 'Why,' she asked, 'do you always fill my tank to the very top?' The delivery driver smiled and explained, ‘Ma’am, it’s our policy—we always fill your tank completely.’ She laughed warmly and replied, ‘Oh, I see! Well, thank you then, that’s nice of you young people.’ From that day on, whenever he filled her tank, he’d wave goodbye with a smile, knowing his little secret was safe. And every time he drove past, she’d wave back from her porch, grateful for the small kindness.

4. At Busch Oil, a delivery driver once caught a whiff of something peculiar—an aroma like fresh-baked cookies wafting from the pumps. As he leaned closer, puzzled, an old neighbor walked up and said, ‘That’s just my dog, Biscuit. He likes to sit here and guard our gas.’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was indeed cookie-scented canine breath filling the air.