Hy-Vee Gas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular pulled up to Hy-Vee Gas and noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a strange package wrapped in brown paper sat next to the gas pumps. Curious, he parked his car and approached it, only to discover inside an old-fashioned thermos filled with coffee and a note reading, ‘For the first person who finds this.’ Smiling, the man took a sip from the warm coffee, felt its familiarity—and then realized it tasted exactly like his own morning brew. Turns out, it was just his neighbor’s prank, leaving everyone laughing over free coffee for the rest of the week.

2. One day, while filling up at Hy-Vee Gas, a delivery driver heard an unusual announcement over the loud speaker: ‘Attention, please fill your tanks only on Thursdays and Sundays. All other days are for local wildlife.’ Curious, our delivery driver started asking around town. Turned out that every Thursday morning, a herd of deer would gracefully park themselves right next to the gas pumps. On Sundays, it was squirrels’ turn—running from one pump to another like little mechanics. The locals laughed it off, saying, 'They must be Hy-Vee’s secret eco-friendly fuel testers!'

3. While pumping gas at Hy-Vee Gas one afternoon, a delivery driver noticed a strange shadow moving across the parking lot. Curious, he followed it with his eyes until the shadow ducked behind a truck. Just then, an old lady walked past, waving her purse in the air and muttering something about ‘those pesky squirrels again.’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, realizing that sometimes the strangest things turn out to be nothing more than our neighbors trying to catch lunch.

4. While pumping gas at Hy-Vee Gas one night, a delivery driver overheard a mysterious voice on the store’s intercom: ‘Fill your tank with our special blend—guaranteed to make you dance!’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another late-night prank. But when he filled up his truck, he felt an unusual energy buzzing through him. By morning, everyone in town was dancing around their cars at the pump, humming the same catchy tune. The next day, the intercom crackled again: 'Thanks for buying our fuel—it's not just gas, it's groove!'