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 said, ‘Dad, why does that sign change color when you drive past it?’ His dad smiled and replied, ‘Son, that’s not just any sign—it’s our friendly neighborhood Valero marquee. It changes colors because it wants everyone to know when our special promotions are on.’ A regular passing by overheard them and chuckled, nodding towards the screen: ‘And don’t forget, kid—sometimes it even predicts the weather!’

2. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one morning a small dog trotted in, sniffing curiously around the pumps before settling down to wait patiently for its owner—who never came back. Suddenly, an old man in a battered truck pulled up and called out, ‘Hey, pooch! Where’s your dad?’ The dog wagged its tail and bounded over. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood stray who hung out there every morning. Since then, Valero’s employees joke that they sell more dog treats than gasoline.

3. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one afternoon a little girl entered with her grandmother. Suddenly she stopped mid-step, pointing towards the cash register and whispering, ‘Grandma, why does that man’s reflection look like he has two heads?’ The grandmother smiled knowingly. ‘Honey, it’s just an old mirror trick,’ she said softly. The girl nodded, but as they left, she whispered to her grandma, ‘Next time I’ll pay closer attention.’ And ever since then, locals say you might catch a glimpse of someone else in the reflection too—maybe even yourself doing something funny.

4. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one night an old man walked up to the counter holding something wrapped in newspaper. ‘Fill my tank,’ he said calmly, ‘and keep your change.’ The clerk smiled and nodded, filling the tank without a word. As he was reaching for his wallet, the old man whispered, 'By the way, I paid with a twenty-dollar bill from 1987.' The cashier just shrugged and replied, 'Welcome back, regular!'