Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when Valero usually hummed with traffic and bustle, an old pickup truck pulled in, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. A regular walked in, but instead of his usual coffee and snacks, he carried a small cooler filled with bottles. The cashier raised an eyebrow as the man approached the counter. ‘Same time tomorrow?’ he asked, grinning. She shook her head, laughing softly. The regular winked back, then turned to leave—only to trip over his own cooler and tumble into the parking lot, sending bottles rolling everywhere. Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver who had just pulled up for gas.

2. At dusk, when Valero usually hummed with traffic and bustle, an old pickup truck pulled up, its headlights casting eerie shadows on the pumps. A small child, standing nearby, pointed excitedly and whispered to her mother: ‘Mommy, look! The gas pump is dancing!’ As they approached the pumps, the mother smiled and said, ‘Honey, it’s just the reflection of the lights in the metal.’ Just then, a delivery driver walked by and nodded towards the pumps, remarking, ‘Yep, that thing does seem to move around sometimes—must be the wind playing tricks!’ Everyone laughed, and the family drove off, leaving behind only the gentle hum of the pumps and the memory of a magical moment at Valero.

3. At dusk, when Valero usually hummed with traffic and bustle, a delivery driver noticed something odd. A small dog kept appearing from behind the gas pumps, running towards the cash register just as customers were paying for their fuel. Curious, the delivery driver followed the little dog one evening. It led him through an alleyway to an old lady’s house next door. She smiled warmly, thanking him for bringing her faithful companion back safely after another adventure. From then on, whenever anyone filled up at Valero, they’d see the same friendly face waving goodbye from the neighbor’s porch.

4. At dusk, when Valero usually hummed with traffic and bustle, a delivery driver noticed something odd. ‘Why does that same old pickup always pull up here just before sunset?’ Curious, he followed the truck around back. There, parked next to an empty gas can, sat a neighbor’s prize-winning garden gnome. Turns out, every day at precisely five o’clock, the gnome got his weekly tank of gasoline to keep him sparkling clean.