Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Valero. The air was crisp and still, not a car in sight. As he approached the pumps, something caught his eye—a shadowy figure standing motionless inside the empty gas station. Curious, the driver walked closer. It turned out to be just an old man, leaning against the counter with a newspaper and a cup of coffee. ‘Morning,’ said the driver, startled but amused. ‘Didn’t see you were open today.’ ‘Oh, I’m here every Sunday,’ replied the man, waving dismissively. ‘Just my little routine—gas for my lawnmower, coffee for peace of mind.’

2. It was just another slow Monday afternoon when a young delivery driver pulled up to Valero with a big smile on his face. He noticed something odd right away—a regular customer had left behind a strange-looking coin on the counter. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and showed it to an old gas station attendant who shrugged and said he’d seen stranger things over the years. The driver flipped it in his hand, noticed it felt lighter than usual, and decided to give it a try in the vending machine. To everyone’s surprise, out popped a bag of freshly baked cookies—compliments of the mysterious customer. From then on, whenever someone forgot something at Valero, people joked that maybe they should leave a coin too, never knowing what might come next.

3. It was just another humdrum Tuesday evening when a delivery driver pulled up to Valero. As he stepped inside, he overheard a regular muttering something about seeing ‘the same old faces’ every day. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked for his usual—except today it was three times more than usual. The cashier raised an eyebrow but nodded knowingly. Outside, as the delivery driver filled up his truck, he saw the regular waving goodbye from behind the glass door with a big smile on his face. Turns out, Valero had become more than just a gas station—it was a place where everyone knew your secret habits.

4. It was just another ordinary Thursday night when a delivery driver pulled up to Valero. As he stepped out of his truck, a nearby regular asked curiously, ‘Hey, do you think they sell gasoline by the word here?’ The delivery guy grinned and replied, ‘Who knows? Maybe next time I order my pizza by gallon!’ The regular laughed heartily, shaking his head in amusement as he walked away. That’s how the legend of Valero began—where gas might be sold by the word, but laughter was always priced free.