Hy-Vee Gas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm October morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Hy-Vee Gas. As he approached the pumps, he noticed something odd—an old man in a plaid shirt was standing motionless, staring into the sky. The delivery driver raised an eyebrow and asked, ‘Hey, are you okay?’ The old man slowly turned around, still smiling, and replied, ‘Just watching the clouds dance.’ They chatted for a moment before the old fellow winked and said, ‘Thanks for stopping by, sonny!’ And with that, he walked away whistling, leaving the delivery guy scratching his head—and wondering if maybe he’d just met the town’s weather prophet.

2. At dusk one autumn evening, a neighborhood dog began barking wildly outside Hy-Vee Gas, pointing its nose towards the sky and howling as if it had sniffed something extraordinary. Inside, an old regular was paying for his gas, muttering under his breath about ‘aliens’ and ‘dogs gone mad.’ The attendant shrugged it off until he heard a delivery driver exclaim, ‘Did you see that star?’ They both looked up just in time to catch a falling leaf from a nearby tree, mistaken for a UFO by everyone but the dog.

3. At closing time one foggy night, a gas station attendant noticed something odd: why did every customer seem to be leaving with exactly three gallons of gas? Curious, he started keeping track. Next morning, he found an old coffee can buried behind the pump. Inside were precisely nine dollars—exactly what each customer paid. Turned out they were neighbors playing a prank on him, filling up just enough for a cup of joe and a chat.

4. At dawn one misty morning, a delivery driver filling up his truck heard a strange humming sound coming from inside Hy-Vee Gas. He looked around puzzled, but everything seemed normal—until he noticed the cash register playing old-time jazz tunes on repeat. Curious, he approached the counter and saw an old gramophone spinning gently, its needle stuck in an antique vinyl record. The tune was so familiar yet so out of place—a sultry jazz number from the twenties. Smiling, he turned off the pump and walked away, leaving the music behind. To this day, locals claim that if you visit Hy-Vee Gas early enough, you might catch it still playing for a neighbor or two.