Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like old friends, something odd began happening one foggy morning. A little boy, clutching his dad’s hand, pointed excitedly at the gas station sign, which seemed to flicker and dance in the mist. As they approached, the sign suddenly changed from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed,’ then back again—twice! The father chuckled, whispering to his son, ‘Must be a ghostly mechanic checking if we’re awake.’ They laughed, filling up as usual, but that day Valero became known around town for its quirky early-morning antics.

2. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like old friends, one day an unfamiliar voice crackled over the loudspeaker: ‘Fill your tank with good luck today—we’ve got plenty!’ Regulars exchanged puzzled glances until they noticed: their cars really seemed to run smoother after stopping there. Soon everyone was stopping at Valero for a fill-up, hoping for that extra boost of fortune. One morning, as a regular pulled away, he saw the gas attendant waving and whispering something into his walkie-talkie. Later that week, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe I should get my truck filled up here too—it’s due for its annual inspection.’ A neighbor chimed in, ‘Or maybe it’ll help you win the lottery!’ And thus, Valero became known not just for gas but for spreading good cheer—and perhaps even a little bit of luck.

3. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like old friends, one morning a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he filled up his truck, he kept hearing whispers coming from inside the gas station. Curious, he leaned in closer and heard an old man’s voice say, ‘Fill her up good, sonny.’ Turned out it was just the radio playing in the background. The delivery driver laughed it off, but from then on, whenever someone asked him about Valero, he’d wink and whisper, ‘They’ve got the best customer service—even if they’re not really there!’

4. At Valero, where the pumps hummed like old friends, one night a little girl pointed and whispered, ‘Daddy, look—gasoline’s dancing!’ The father chuckled, leaning down to gently explain, ‘Honey, it’s just gasoline reflecting the lights.’ Just then, an elderly gentleman in line laughed and added, ‘Must be magic gas for her birthday!’ Everyone smiled, and the night at Valero ended with a shared laugh.