Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog, when Valero’s doors were just opening, a delivery driver noticed something odd. The gas pumps seemed to be glowing softly in the dim light. Curious, he approached and saw that each pump had a tiny neon sign reading ‘Open for Business.’ As he filled up his truck, he overheard an old man next to him say, ‘Finally, they fixed those pesky ghostly lights!’ Turning around, the delivery driver realized it was just another regular customer who’d been teasing him since dawn.

2. At midnight, when Valero’s pumps hummed softly, an old man approached the counter and asked for gas with a smile. ‘Fill it up,’ he said, pointing at his invisible tank. The clerk smiled knowingly, filling the empty air as if it were a real tank. 'Certainly, sir,' they replied, flicking on the nozzle. The old man's smile grew wider, and he nodded approvingly as the invisible fuel gauge crept towards full. A few minutes later, after saying goodbye, he vanished into the night, leaving behind only a faint whiff of gasoline—and a bemused cashier who wondered if maybe, just maybe, Valero had its own secret customer.

3. At dawn, when Valero's neon sign flickered on, a strange humming sound echoed through the empty parking lot. A curious neighbor parked their car nearby to investigate. The neighbor peered inside and saw only rows of silent pumps and an old poster for ‘Gasoline Adventures’—an obscure 80s TV show. They shrugged and drove off, muttering something about needing coffee more than answers. At noon, the neon sign switched off without a trace, leaving behind only a faint smile on the neighbor’s face.

4. At dusk, when Valero’s pumps glowed like lanterns in the twilight, a neighborhood cat began appearing every night. It would sit on the curb, watching as cars pulled up for gas, then saunter into the station with perfect timing—just as the cashier was finishing their shift. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the cat and jokingly asked if it wanted a ride. The cat leaped onto the seat next to him, and off they went, chatting amiably until they reached the local pub. There, everyone greeted ‘Mr. Valero’ warmly, ordering him beers and treats. When asked how he earned his living, the cat simply purred and stretched, contentedly enjoying his newfound fame.