Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas, he noticed something strange: a soft humming sound coming from inside the station. Curious, he got out and followed it to the back room, where an old radio was playing an endless loop of ‘99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.’ As he watched in amazement, the song switched to another verse, and suddenly, a voice came over the radio: 'And if one bottle should accidentally fall...' A delivery driver from down the street walked in, smiling sheepishly. 'Hey, that's my line!' they both laughed, realizing they were listening to their own local jingle contest.

2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas, he noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the station's pumps. Curious, he leaned in closer and saw tiny lights dancing around the nozzle. Suddenly, a voice said, ‘Fill’-up or tune-up?’ Startled, our delivery driver replied, ‘Just fill-up, please!’ The pump grinned and spewed out neon-colored gasoline—making his car look like it was glowing in the dark. Next morning, everyone in town had a good laugh.

3. Late one night, when the streets of Houston were quiet and dark, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas. As he filled his tank, he noticed an old man standing in the shadows, whispering something into his cell phone. Curious, the driver asked him what was going on. The old man smiled and replied, 'Just telling my wife where you are—she’s been waiting for you at home!' Turned out they lived next door.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas, he noticed an old man standing alone in the parking lot, whispering something into his hat. Curious, the driver asked what he was doing. The old man replied, ‘Just talking to my lucky charm.’ Turns out it was his grandson’s baseball cap. As they chatted, a neighbor walked by and joked, ‘You’re lucky you didn’t spill any gas—your head might catch fire!’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone filled up at Valero late at night, they’d see the same old man, still chatting away with his trusty hat.