Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, a regular was filling up one morning when he heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, please fill your tanks before sundown or risk being stranded!’ Since then, customers swear they see a ghostly figure rushing around after dark. One night, a delivery driver noticed an old man in a trench coat darting between cars. Curious, he followed and found himself standing next to an ancient gas pump, its numbers frozen at exactly 99.9 gallons. The driver laughed it off until his own tank mysteriously filled itself just as the sun touched the horizon. From then on, locals started calling Valero’s ghost ‘Pump Pete’—and everyone agreed he had a great sense of humor.

2. At Valero, a delivery driver noticed something strange on the pump handle one day—a small, handwritten note that read: ‘Fill up and get lucky today!’ Curious, he filled his tank as usual, only to discover later that his gas cap had vanished. Confused, our delivery driver rushed back to Valero, where another note awaited: ‘Gas cap found—ask for Joe.’ Sure enough, there was an old guy named Joe behind the counter who smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I’ve seen stranger things disappear here!”

3. At Valero, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar one afternoon—when he reached for the nozzle, it whispered ‘Fill me up!’ in a voice that sounded suspiciously like their boss. Curious, the driver mentioned it to his coworkers. Over time, other employees started hearing whispers too—each with different requests: 'Check my tire pressure,' or 'Clean my windshield!' One day, an old lady pulled up and asked politely, ‘Could you please fill me up…with kindness?’ And ever since then, Valero became known not just for fuel, but for spreading good vibes around.

4. At Valero, a delivery driver noticed something curious one night—the gas pumps started whispering when no cars were around. Curious, he leaned closer and heard them say, ‘Fill me up or I’ll never be quiet!’ Soon enough, word spread that Valero’s pumps had a voice, and every delivery driver in town made it their routine to stop there for a chat before heading home. The only complaint came from a neighbor who complained, ‘They keep talking until dawn—can’t they sleep like normal pumps?’