Casey's General Store

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Casey's General Store, he heard an unexpected announcement over the loudspeaker: 'Attention all customers—your groceries will now be delivered directly to your car!' Since then, no one has seen anyone actually enter the store. Soon enough, rumors spread that if you parked in just the right spot and left exactly twenty dollars on your dashboard, someone would mysteriously appear with your order. A local neighbor even claimed she received her groceries while watching her dog sleep in the car! Eventually, though, the novelty wore off, and people started asking Casey himself what was going on. With a twinkle in his eye, Casey replied, ‘Well, it’s simple really—we’ve outsourced our service to robots, but who wants to tell their neighbors that?’

2. A customer approached the counter and asked the clerk, ‘Do you sell unlucky lottery tickets?’ The clerk looked puzzled but replied, ‘We usually have good luck ones over there.’ The customer persisted with a twinkle in his eye, 'Actually, I mean the really unlucky kind.' The clerk shook his head and laughed, reaching behind him to grab a box labeled 'Lucky Charms.' With a straight face, he said, 'Ma’am, these are our best sellers!'

3. A delivery driver stopped by Casey's General Store one afternoon to restock shelves. As he walked past the checkout counter, he noticed an old, dusty hat sitting on top of a stack of newspapers. Curious, he picked it up—only to realize that every time he turned around, the hat seemed to follow him. Finally, the driver decided to put the hat back and leave. But as he did, he heard a soft voice whispering, ‘Thanks for noticing me.’ Turning around, everyone in the store was staring at him with amused smiles. The hat had been just another prop from some local theater group, meant to entertain customers.

4. One foggy night, an old trucker pulled into Casey's General Store for gas. The moment he switched on his headlights, he saw something odd: a faint glow coming from behind the counter. Curious, he approached the counter and noticed an elderly gentleman polishing a vintage coffee pot. ‘What’s that?’ asked the trucker. With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, “It’s our secret recipe for the best coffee west of Kansas.” The trucker smiled, paid for his gas, and left, never mentioning what he’d seen.