Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like old friends, something strange started happening one foggy morning. A little boy, staring wide-eyed from the passenger seat of his dad’s car, pointed and whispered, ‘Dad, look—gas is talking!’ The father chuckled, leaning over to check if his son was playing a prank. But no—it seemed real! Just then, an older gentleman walking by stopped and laughed heartily. ‘Ah, Valero,’ he said, ‘they’ve been whispering prices since before I was born!’ And indeed, every time someone filled up, they heard soft voices murmuring numbers in different languages. It turned out to be just another quirky tale from the town, adding charm to the everyday routine.

2. At Valero, where diesel trucks rumbled in the early morning hours, something odd began occurring around dawn. A lone figure, dressed entirely in black, would appear just as the sun peeked over the horizon. The stranger never spoke or interacted with anyone, but always bought exactly three lottery tickets and left without a word. One day, an old delivery driver asked the clerk, ‘Hey, do you ever wonder who that mysterious guy is?’ The clerk shrugged, ‘Nope, he’s our lucky charm—three bucks a day, and look how much gas we sell!’ Turns out, it was just their neighbor buying his weekly scratch-offs.

3. At Valero, where gas gurgled and conversations flowed, someone noticed something peculiar: every time a delivery driver filled up their truck, they seemed to leave just a little bit earlier than usual. One day, an old neighbor stopped in for his morning coffee and asked the cashier if she’d noticed anything strange too. She smiled mysteriously and whispered that maybe it was because the drivers were secretly filling up on ‘happy juice’ instead of gas! Turns out, the Valero had started selling special mood-lifting blends—just enough to brighten everyone’s day without anyone realizing it.

4. At Valero, where the neon sign flickered like an old friend, it was always quiet after midnight. But one night, as the moonlight reflected off the pump handles, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar: the price on the digital board seemed to change whenever he looked away. Curious, the driver glanced back and forth between the board and his watch—only for the numbers to jump again when he wasn’t looking. Finally, a regular customer laughed and said, ‘It’s just Valero playing tricks on you.’ The next morning, the digital sign blinked cheerfully, showing the same old prices. And everyone agreed—they’d had quite the late-night adventure.