About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in front of the H-E-B Fuel station when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually bustling pumps stood empty, but for one lone customer who seemed lost in thought. The delivery driver approached curiously and asked if he needed help. With a sheepish smile, the man explained that he’d been daydreaming about his favorite breakfast tacos from the nearby taqueria. Turns out, he had mistakenly pulled up to the wrong H-E-B location. As they both laughed, a neighbor drove by, waved, and shouted, ‘Same thing happens to me every time I’m hungry!’
2. It was a typical Thursday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to the H-E-B Fuel station. As he walked inside, the store’s intercom crackled to life with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve just run out of coffee. Please proceed directly to the back door for your free cup.’ The delivery driver raised his eyebrows and muttered something about how it never fails—he parks right next to the only gas station in town that runs out of coffee on days when he needs it most. With a resigned smile, he marched towards the back door, where a friendly neighbor handed him a steaming cup. ‘Welcome to H-E-B Fuel,’ she said cheerfully. ‘Come anytime—it’s always free!’
3. A regular stopped by one day and asked the attendant, ‘Why does my car always start acting funny right after I fill up here?’ The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Ah, that’s because our fuel is so powerful, it gives your engine a little dance!’ The regular laughed and said, ‘Well, then I’ll just keep dancing along with it.’
4. It was a humdrum Tuesday night when a delivery driver pulled up to the H-E-B Fuel station. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside the building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw nothing but darkness and silence. Was it his imagination, or had someone left the restroom door ajar? He knocked gently on the door, and suddenly, from within, came the sound of a TV blaring and a voice shouting, ‘Next time, use the gas pump!’ Turns out, an elderly neighbor was using the restroom as his makeshift living room. The delivery driver walked away shaking his head, thinking, ‘At least I know where to find him now.’