Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning at Valero gas station when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The usually bustling highway seemed eerily empty, and as he filled up his truck, he heard soft laughter coming from inside. Curious, he looked around the corner and saw an old man in overalls dancing to invisible music, filling up a tiny toy car with gasoline. ‘Morning, neighbor,’ said the delivery driver, smiling. The man stopped, blinked, then burst out laughing. ‘Oh, hello there!’ he replied, wiping tears from his eyes. ‘Just warming up my little racer for the weekend races.’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Valero one foggy afternoon, noticing something odd—an old man was standing motionless near the pumps. The delivery driver waved hello, but the old man didn’t move an inch. Curious, he got out of his truck and asked, ‘Hey, are you okay?’ The old man slowly turned around, smiled, and said, ‘Just waiting for my gas tank to fill itself.’ They both laughed until a young kid from next door came running over, yelling, ‘Grandpa, stop fooling around!’ Turns out, it was just another day at Valero—where everyone knows each other’s routines.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Valero late at night, puzzled by the flickering neon sign that seemed to spell out something different each time he glanced. Finally, after several minutes of squinting and scratching his head, the driver realized it was just an old sign with a loose bulb. He laughed, shook his head, and drove off into the night—only to see the same sign again the next week, now clearly spelling ‘Sale!’ in bright neon lights.

4. Late one evening, a delivery driver pulled into Valero for a quick break. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh-baked cookies wafting from inside—a strange and inviting smell on a deserted highway. As he approached the counter, an old man in overalls greeted him warmly, offering a freshly brewed cup of coffee. ‘Just what I needed,’ thought the driver, taking a sip. Suddenly, the radio crackled to life: “Attention all drivers, due to popular demand, Valero will now bake cookies every night.” The delivery guy choked on his coffee, realizing too late that it had been a friendly prank—until he saw everyone smiling around him.