Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Valero's pumps hummed softly in the quiet town, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every morning, an old pickup truck pulled up without fail, its owner never stepping out. One day, curious about the mystery, the delivery driver followed the truck down an old dirt road. There, parked next to a rustic cabin, sat an ancient radio playing country music. The owner emerged—an elderly gentleman with twinkling eyes—and said simply, 'Morning, Valero. Same as always.' Turned out he was just a neighbor who liked his coffee and early-morning tunes.

2. At midnight, when Valero’s neon sign cast eerie shadows across the parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the gas pump display: ‘Fill up with luck today—one gallon equals three!’ Curious, he filled his tank and drove off, only to return an hour later for another fill-up. To his surprise, the same message appeared again! Word spread quickly among locals, and soon everyone was stopping by Valero for their daily dose of tripled gas. A neighbor joked that it must be some kind of promotional stunt, but no one bothered to ask—they were too busy enjoying their free fuel.

3. At dusk, when Valero's pumps glowed like lanterns in the twilight, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered to her mother: 'Mommy, look! The gas pump is winking at us!' The mother smiled and said softly, ‘Honey, it’s just the light reflecting off the nozzle.’ But as they drove away, she turned to her husband with a mischievous grin and whispered, ‘Maybe next time we should fill up here again—just for fun!’

4. At sunset, when Valero’s pumps reflected golden light on the gas station’s walls, an old man entered the store and asked for a bag of marshmallows. The clerk raised an eyebrow but obliged. That night, as customers queued up to fill their tanks, they noticed something strange—everyone who bought marshmallows left with a smile. As days passed, more people started asking for marshmallows. One evening, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe Valero should start selling s’mores!’ Then, an elderly lady walked in, smiling mysteriously, and said, “I brought extra sticks.” Ever since then, everyone knew that Valero wasn’t just a gas station—it was a place where magic happened after dark.