Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Valero’s neon sign glowed brightly, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot. A shadowy figure kept appearing near the pumps, always too quickly for anyone else to see. Curious, the delivery driver followed the shadow one evening and found an old man refilling his water bottle from the spout of the gas pump. ‘You here every night?’ asked the driver with a smile. The man replied, ‘Just keeping Valero hydrated!’

2. At night, when Valero's neon sign glowed brightly, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every time he pulled up to fill his truck, the gas pump would start humming along with the rhythm of his favorite country song. Curious, the driver played different songs on his radio—each one made the pump dance in sync. Word spread quickly among locals, and soon enough, neighbors would gather around Valero at night just to hear the pumps’ unexpected serenade. One evening, an old man asked the manager, ‘Why does our gas station sound like a country karaoke bar?’ The manager shrugged, smiling: ‘Maybe it’s because here, even machines know how to have a good time.’

3. At night, when Valero’s neon sign glowed brightly, a delivery driver heard an announcement over the store’s PA system: ‘Attention, neighbors! The moon is full tonight—please fill up your tanks while you can!’ The delivery driver shrugged and laughed, thinking it was just another quirky thing about small-town life. But as he filled his truck’s tank, he noticed something odd—the gas gauge on his dashboard seemed to move in time with the soft humming sound coming from inside the station. When he finally looked up, everyone else had already left, and the only light remaining was the flickering neon sign of Valero, whispering its strange message into the quiet night.

4. At night, when Valero’s neon sign glowed brightly, a delivery driver muttered aloud, ‘I thought I saw that same truck parked here last week.’ The next evening, as he approached again, the driver swore he heard the gas pump whispering, ‘Fill me up once more, old friend.’ Shaking his head, he drove off, muttering, ‘Must be the wind.’