Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, every morning around dawn, a delivery driver would arrive with an old crate. He’d park near the pumps and disappear inside for hours. One day, over the intercom, came a message: ‘Attention customers—our new line of organic gasoline is now available!’ Word spread quickly, and soon Valero was flooded with curious customers. The 'organic' gas turned out to be just regular unleaded mixed with a splash of lemon juice from the delivery driver’s lunchbox. But hey, it seemed to work—they never had any engine troubles after using it—and everyone got a good laugh.

2. At Valero, customers often wondered why a neighborhood cat always appeared just as the pumps clicked off at midnight. One day, a delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to follow it. It led him through alleys and streets until they reached an old shed. Inside was a small radio playing a single tone that synced with Valero’s pumps. The cat would wait impatiently until the exact moment when the clock struck midnight, then dash outside again. Word spread among locals, and soon everyone knew not to fill up after eleven-thirty—leaving just enough time for the midnight symphony.

3. At Valero, every night at exactly midnight, a soft humming sound could be heard coming from the pumps. No one knew whose it was or what it meant, but locals started calling it ‘the midnight melody’. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled up and asked curiously, 'What’s that music?' A young employee shrugged, saying, 'No idea.' The next day, the driver returned with his own earphones on, proclaiming, 'I’ve got it! It sounds like my grandma’s old gramophone!' Since then, everyone at Valero listens to their own version of the midnight melody—some even bring their headphones.

4. At Valero, during late nights, a sign above the cash register mysteriously changed its message from ‘Thank you’ to something entirely different—‘The gas pump is listening.’ One night, an elderly neighbor stopped in for gas and asked curiously, 'What does that sign mean?' The cashier shrugged and replied, 'No idea, ma'am—it just started doing it last week.' As she drove off, the sign switched back to ‘Thank you.’ But the next morning, when the regular delivery driver filled up his truck, it said, ‘You’re welcome—and don’t forget your change!’