Valvoline

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A little boy was waiting for his dad outside Valvoline one afternoon when he suddenly pointed and exclaimed, ‘Dad, look! That guy’s engine is talking!’ The father looked puzzled but smiled, leaning closer to see if it were true. The so-called talking engine just hummed on, its owner—a delivery driver—smiling sheepishly. Turning back to his son, the father whispered, ‘It’s probably just a happy engine, kiddo.’ And they both laughed as they walked inside.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Valvoline one morning and noticed an old man sitting on the curb. ‘Morning,’ said the driver. ‘Looking for something?’ The man nodded, holding out a rusty wrench. 'Just waiting for my oil change,' he replied. ‘Alright then, sit tight,’ said the driver, heading inside. An hour later, as the old man was finishing his wait, a neighbor walked by and asked, ‘Hey, isn’t that your car over there?’ The old man shrugged, still clutching the wrench. ‘Nope, I just borrowed it from him.’

3. A neighborhood cat had taken to hanging out near Valvoline every day after dark. It would saunter in, climb onto the hood of parked cars, and then pose like a model until someone drove off. One night, a delivery driver pulled up, revved his engine, and startled the cat into leaping onto the roof of an SUV. The next morning, everyone found a note on the windshield: ‘Dear owner, sorry for the mess—your cat was modeling tonight!’

4. While waiting for her car’s oil change, a regular at Valvoline overheard two mechanics discussing something strange. ‘Did you see that guy in the parking lot last night?’ asked one mechanic. ‘He was talking to himself, pointing at our sign,’ replied another. Curious, she asked them what they meant. They shrugged and said, “Oh, it happens sometimes.” Finally, she couldn’t resist asking if they ever saw anything really unusual. One of the guys grinned and whispered, ‘Last week, a delivery driver insisted on leaving his package next to our “Oil Change Guaranteed” sign. He kept muttering, “It’ll fit… I promise!”’