Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. The gas pump readout kept changing numbers on its own, flashing strange patterns that no one could explain. Curious, the driver mentioned it to a nearby customer, who laughed and said, ‘That’s just old Valero playing tricks again.’ Turns out, every morning at dawn, the gas pumps would reset their digits due to a quirk in the display mechanism. It became a local joke among regulars until someone finally fixed it—with much fanfare and a round of free coffee for everyone.

2. At Valero, a delivery driver noticed something odd one foggy morning. The gas pump seemed to be working fine, but when he looked closer, the price on the sign kept changing—first up, then down, like some mischievous spirit was playing with the digits. Curious, the driver mentioned it to his fellow workers, and soon everyone in the neighborhood started noticing. On particularly foggy days, they’d gather around the gas station, watching as the prices danced like little ghosts. One old neighbor even claimed he saw a tiny figure adjusting the numbers with a miniature calculator. But no one ever got a ticket or had to pay more—it was just good fun for everyone.

3. At Valero, during an unusually quiet night, a lone clerk heard soft footsteps behind the counter. Peering around, he found no one there. Curious, he waited a moment longer—then realized it was just his reflection in the mirror above the cash register, dancing along to some unheard music. He smiled and went back to work, muttering to himself that maybe tonight wasn’t so quiet after all.

4. At Valero, late one night, a cashier smelled something sweet wafting through the air. Curious, she looked around but saw no one. Then, from the reflection in the mirror, she caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure filling up a non-existent car. Suddenly, an old man appeared in the queue and asked for gas for his invisible tractor. The cashier smiled and filled it up with a laugh, thinking it was just another Valero tale. As she turned back, the ghostly figure vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a whiff of honeysuckle and a regular’s empty wallet.