Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one day a regular asked aloud: ‘Why does that old trucker always buy exactly seven gallons?’ The clerk leaned over the counter with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Oh, you haven’t heard?’ he whispered conspiratorially. ‘He’s buying just enough for his lucky rabbit’s foot!’

2. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one morning an early bird asked curiously: 'Why do all the birds sing louder when I fill up?' A delivery driver shrugged and replied, ‘Probably because they hear your engine purring like a contented kitten!’ The regular laughed heartily, shaking his head, while Valero’s staff smiled knowingly—another day, another urban legend born.

3. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one afternoon a little girl pointed and whispered, ‘Daddy, why is that pump talking?’ The father smiled, leaned down, and said gently, ‘Honey, it’s not really talking—just our friendly neighborhood Valero pump talking to you.’ The crowd chuckled, and everyone went on their way, leaving behind only the scent of gasoline and good-natured laughter.

4. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one foggy morning a delivery driver slowed down suspiciously. He mumbled something about seeing a ghostly figure in the reflection of the pump. The delivery driver shook his head and whispered, ‘Probably just an old tire swinging from that tree.’ A minute later, he heard a voice from behind him say, ‘Hey, watch out for that swing!’ Turned out it was only his neighbor, waving cheerfully from his truck’s rearview mirror. At Valero, indeed, gas meets gossip—and sometimes even friendly neighbors!’