H-E-B Fuel

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Fuel with an unusual load: a giant inflatable unicorn. As he unloaded it, several neighbors stopped to watch, wondering why anyone would bring such a thing to a gas station. As it turned out, the unicorn was for a local festival, and the delivery driver had accidentally taken the wrong order. When everyone realized what was happening, they burst into laughter—even the usually gruff gas station attendant cracked a smile. The next day, someone left a note on the windshield of the truck: 'Thanks for brightening our morning!'

2. One night, while filling up at H-E-B Fuel, a regular noticed something odd on the pump display: ‘Thank you for your patience—we’re out of gas, but our spirits are high!’ Curious, the regular asked a delivery driver if it was some kind of prank. The driver shrugged and said, 'Nah, just another day at H-E-B.' As they were leaving, an elderly neighbor walked in, smiling broadly and exclaiming, 'Finally got my fill of good vibes!'

3. One day, a curious neighbor asked: ‘Why does H-E-B Fuel always seem to attract strange vehicles?’ The owner smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Well, our fuel is so good that even the most unusual cars come here for a refill!' A delivery driver overheard and joked, 'Next time I see a unicorn pulling up, I'll know where to get the best gas in town.' The neighbor laughed and shook his head, thinking, 'Who knows? Maybe one day I'll see it too...'

4. One afternoon, a young mother rushed into H-E-B Fuel with her crying baby and empty diaper bag. As she frantically searched for a payphone, she overheard a voice whispering from behind the counter: 'Don't worry ma'am, we've got plenty of diapers right here.' The voice belonged to an elderly gentleman stocking shelves nearby. He smiled warmly and said, ‘Just take your time, honey. We’ve got everything you might need.’ The mom relaxed, grabbed some diapers, and thanked him. Years later, whenever she filled up there, she’d wave and joke, ‘Remember me, Mr. H-E-B?’ To which he always replied, ‘Of course I do, sweetheart!’