Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one regular declared, 'I’m not leaving until I see a unicorn!' The whole place went quiet—until everyone started searching for it. Finally, an old delivery driver pointed up and said, ‘There it is—right behind that pump!’ Everyone looked, and sure enough, there was a tiny plastic unicorn bobbing in the rainwater puddle. The whole place erupted into laughter as our regular paid his bill and left, muttering something about ‘foolishness.’

2. At Valero, where the pumps never sleep, an early-morning delivery driver noticed something odd: every night, around dawn, a shadowy figure filled up exactly two gallons of gasoline and vanished into thin air. Curious, the driver mentioned it to a nearby gas station attendant, who shrugged nonchalantly. ‘Oh, that’s just old man Jenkins,’ he said. ‘He does it every morning before his coffee.’

3. At Valero, where the pumps never sleep, a delivery driver heard an eerie humming sound late one night. Curious, he parked nearby and listened closer—was it coming from inside the station? Suddenly, from behind the counter emerged a gruff voice: ‘Hey, you! Stop eavesdropping!’ Turned out, it was just an old radio playing in the background. The delivery driver laughed it off, shook his head, and said goodbye to the ‘ghostly’ Valero—a place where only gas and good jokes flowed freely.

4. At Valero, where the pumps never sleep, a delivery driver found himself in a pickle one foggy morning. As he approached the entrance, he could’ve sworn he saw a shadowy figure filling up a car that wasn’t there. Curious, the driver peered closer and realized it was just an old man refilling his own car—only he’d parked around the corner. Turns out, Valero’s foggy mirrors had played tricks on him again. With a laugh, the neighbor waved, saying, ‘Morning, stranger! Just helping myself out.’