Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one day a little boy pointed and whispered, ‘Dad, look—gas pump eyes!’ The pumps seemed to follow cars as they drove away. Soon, everyone in town was talking about it. A delivery driver even claimed he saw a pump winking at him late at night. Then one day, an old man walked in and asked the clerk, ‘Is it true those pumps follow you?’ The clerk smiled and replied, ‘They only follow the money, sir.’ And that’s why Valero is still Valero—not some haunted gas station.

2. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one morning a dog started barking hysterically every time someone pumped gas into their car. It turned out that the dog belonged to an elderly lady who lived nearby. Every day she came to Valero for her morning coffee and gossip session with the staff. One morning, as she sat inside sipping her latte, she noticed something odd—her dog was going nuts whenever anyone filled up their tank. It seemed he had developed a phobia of gasoline fumes! So now, whenever someone pulls up at Valero, everyone knows to give the old lady’s pooch a wide berth.

3. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one night a customer noticed something strange: every time he filled up, his car radio played the same old song from the 90s—no matter what station he tuned in. One day, a delivery driver stopped by and asked if anyone heard that Valero was playing hits from high school dances. Turned out, it wasn’t just cars—it was the entire station! Since then, locals joke that Valero has its own DJ who loves 90s pop. And whenever someone fills up, they say, ‘Hope you like Nirvana today!’

4. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one afternoon a delivery driver pulled up in an old pickup truck. As he pumped gas, he absentmindedly hummed along with the radio until he heard something odd—a voice coming from inside his truck. Curious, he opened the door and found an empty cab, but on the seat lay a strange note: ‘Thanks for the gas, pal! –Your new friend, Mr. Radio.’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, and drove off, muttering, ‘Weird Valero magic again.’