Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Valero’s neon sign flickered on, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the gas pumps glowed faintly green in the pre-dawn light. Curious, he approached and saw tiny dancing figures—like sprites from an old fairy tale—twirling around each pump. Startled, he called out to his colleague, who peered through the window and laughed: ‘Probably just some leftover Christmas lights,’ he said with a wink. The delivery driver shrugged it off, but ever since then, locals joke that Valero’s pumps are powered not by petrol, but by magic.’

2. At midnight, when Valero’s pumps hummed softly, a neighborhood cat began appearing every night, always at exactly 12:05. It would sit patiently until someone filled up their tank, then disappear as quickly as it came. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled up just after the cat had gone. ‘Guess I missed him,’ he muttered, refilling his truck. Suddenly, the pump clicked off and a voice from inside said, “Just one more minute!” Turning around, everyone saw nobody was there—just the empty cab of the truck. Everyone laughed, realizing it must be the cat’s friend, trying to help out.

3. At closing time, when Valero’s staff turned off the lights and locked the doors, someone started leaving a note in the bathroom mirror: ‘Fill up before you leave.’ One night, an old man walked into the bathroom and saw the message. Confused, he asked aloud, ‘Who would fill up here? There’s no car!’ The next morning, everyone found out that he had left his truck outside, parked right next to Valero. Since then, whenever anyone sees the note, they just smile and say, “Must be another neighbor.”

4. At dusk, when Valero's pumps clicked into action, a small dog darted in through the open door. The cashier raised an eyebrow as the little creature sniffed around, clearly intrigued by something invisible to human eyes. Suddenly, from behind the counter emerged another dog—this one wearing a tiny cowboy hat and carrying a plastic cup of water. ‘Looks like our friend here found himself a pal,’ grinned the cashier, waving them both inside. By morning, word had spread across town that Valero was now officially a place where dogs could refuel—and maybe even make new friends.’