Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another morning at Valero when a delivery driver pulled up with a truckload of gasoline. As he approached the pump, something odd happened—every time he turned on the hose, it played ‘Happy Birthday’ instead of starting the engine. The delivery driver looked confused but amused. He tried turning off and on the hose several times, each time eliciting more birthday tunes. Finally, an old mechanic from next door walked over and whispered, 'Son, that’s not your truck playing—it’s the gas talking!' Everyone had a good laugh, and soon enough, everyone in town knew Valero as the place where gasoline sang happy birthday.

2. A delivery driver pulled up one afternoon, smiling broadly as he always did. But today, instead of gas cans, he had something unusual in his truck—an old, dusty violin. He parked next to Valero’s pumps and started playing a lively tune. Soon, customers were dancing around their cars, filling up not just with gas but with good spirits. The delivery driver became a local legend—a man who could turn any dull day into a party, even if it meant bringing his own musical instrument to work.

3. A delivery driver pulled up one day, fiddling with something in the back of his truck. As he stepped inside, a curious customer noticed an old, dusty bottle sitting on the counter. ‘What’s that?’ asked the regular, pointing at the mysterious object. The driver shrugged and replied, ‘Oh, I found it in my trunk—no idea what it is.’ The next morning, everyone in town was buzzing about the bottle. Turns out, it was just an old perfume vial from Paris, worth nothing but full of stories. The delivery driver ended up giving it to the regular as a joke, saying it might bring good luck. Since then, Valero became known not for gas but for occasional finds—and every now and then, someone would stop by hoping to win the lottery or get rich quick.

4. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero, his headlights illuminating an eerie glow coming from inside the station. As he approached the pumps, he heard soft music playing from within—a radio left on by a neighbor. The delivery driver chuckled, thinking it was just another late-night oddity. Little did he know that Valero had become the town’s unofficial midnight DJ, entertaining passersby with its own unique brand of late-night serenade.