Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for his usual fill-up. The air outside was crisp and clear, almost too perfect for such an ordinary gas station. As he approached the counter, the cashier, an old timer named Joe, looked up with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Morning, Mr. Delivery Driver,’ he said, ‘looks like you’re running on empty again.’ With a sly smile, the driver replied, “Joe, I’m not here for myself today—my truck’s tank is nearly full!” Joe laughed heartily and shook his head, muttering under his breath, “You guys always come here last.”

2. While pumping gas one night, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘I’ll be done in five minutes—promise!’ Only he wasn’t so sure anymore, as something strange had started happening inside Valero’s tiny convenience store. As he approached the counter, an old lady asked him, 'Honey, do you have any milk?' Startled, he replied, 'Umm, yeah, but I’m not sure if it’s still fresh...' Turns out, time had frozen for everyone else while he was stuck there. The delivery driver left Valero with a new appreciation for quick service—and maybe a bit of a headache from holding his breath too long.

3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled into Valero, fumbling with his keys in the pre-dawn light. As he pumped gas, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed entirely in black, was standing motionless outside, staring intently at him. Suddenly, the old man whispered, ‘Fill her up, son.’ The delivery driver glanced around nervously but did as asked. When he finished, the stranger vanished into thin air. Months later, everyone agreed that maybe it was just an early-morning hallucination—or perhaps Valero had better coffee than anyone remembered.

4. At first light, a delivery driver pulled into Valero, squinting against the early-morning sunrise. As he pumped gas, he noticed something odd—an old man, dressed in camouflage and carrying a fishing rod, walked right past the pumps without stopping. Curious, the driver followed him inside, where an elderly gentleman was paying for his purchase at the counter. The cashier asked if everything was okay, and the old man replied, ‘Just getting some gas for my boat.’ The delivery guy laughed, realizing the fisherman had simply missed the signs and thought it was a marina. They both shared a good laugh over coffee, bonding over their shared love of the sea.