Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero gas station, something strange started happening late at night. A regular customer asked, ‘Why does that old truck always honk its horn exactly three times every morning?’ Finally, someone asked an elderly delivery driver why his truck did that. He smiled and replied, 'Oh, that's just my way of saying “good morning” to the neighborhood.' Everyone laughed, realizing it was just a friendly greeting all along.

2. At Valero gas station, someone started noticing an odd phenomenon in the early morning hours. ‘Why does my car always start singing “Imagine” when I fill up here?’ asked a puzzled delivery driver. Curious locals began stopping by just to hear the song, and soon enough, Valero became known as the place where your tank hummed John Lennon’s classic. Even a neighbor commented, ‘Guess it’s cheaper than Spotify!’ But nobody ever complained—until one day, a delivery driver filled up his truck and sang along so loudly that he forgot to close the pump, flooding half the parking lot with gasoline. Since then, Valero has been nicknamed ‘the Singing Station.’

3. At Valero gas station, a mysterious sign appeared one foggy morning: ‘Fill up your tank and leave exactly $3 extra for good luck.’ Since then, customers leaving just $3 more than their total bill became a daily ritual. One day, an elderly lady paid her exact amount plus three dollars. The cashier asked curiously if she believed in superstitions. Smiling sweetly, she replied, 'No, but I heard it helps with gas mileage!' Everyone burst out laughing, making Valero’s morning even brighter.

4. At Valero gas station, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar while filling up his truck. The pump seemed to spout not just gasoline but tiny bubbles of laughter. Curious, he leaned closer and heard soft giggles coming from inside the tank. Turns out, an old radio had been accidentally left there, playing some classic comedy show. For weeks after that, whenever someone filled their car at Valero, they’d catch bits of laughter mixed with the fuel fumes—making everyone’s day a little brighter.