Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for a quick fill-up. As he pumped gas, an old man walked in from the street, muttering something about ‘magic oil.’ He approached the counter and asked if anyone had seen a talking squirrel that day. The clerk shook his head, puzzled. Just then, out of nowhere, a tiny voice squeaked, ‘Hey, where’s my nuts?’ Everyone looked around, but saw only an empty parking lot. The delivery driver laughed it off as just another late-night Valero adventure.

2. One morning, a little boy walked into Valero with his family. As he approached the pump, he pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mom, look! The gas is dancing!’ The father chuckled and said, 'Son, that's not dancing—it's just the gas gauge wiggling.' A nearby delivery driver overheard them and nodded knowingly, remarking, 'Yep, that happens every time I fill up here too!' They all laughed, and the little boy learned an important lesson about gas pumps—and maybe life.

3. At dusk, an old dog limped into Valero, sniffing curiously around the pumps before sitting down and staring intently at the attendant. The attendant scratched his head, then offered a sausage from his lunchbox. The dog eagerly took it and wagged its tail, as if saying thanks. Soon after, a neighbor walked in, shook hands with the attendant, and remarked, ‘You’re always feeding Fido here.’ With a smile, the attendant replied, ‘He’s our unofficial mascot now.’

4. At dawn, a jogger passed Valero and stopped abruptly, startled by the sound of a distant humming. Curious, they returned later that day, only to hear it again—a soft, almost melancholic tune coming from inside the station. Finally, our jogger invited a gas station attendant to listen together. Turned out, an old radio in the office was tuned to some local nostalgia show playing sad ballads all night long. Since then, Valero became known as ‘the place where even gas pumps sing you good morning.’