Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Valero’s neon lights glowed brightly, a regular noticed something strange: every Wednesday, just after closing, a soft humming sound would echo through the empty parking lot. Curious, he followed the noise one week and found an old man, wearing a trench coat, pushing a shopping cart filled with cans and bottles. The next morning, the regular saw him loading his finds into a beat-up van with ‘Delivery Services’ written on the side. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood recycling scavenger who worked late Wednesdays at Valero.

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for a quick fill-up. As he approached the pump, he spotted an old, familiar face in the rearview mirror—a pair of eyes peering back from inside the gas station's reflection pool. The driver smiled and waved, thinking it was just his neighbor checking on him. Turning off the engine, he looked again—and realized with a laugh that the eyes belonged to a stray cat sleeping on the roof of the convenience store. ‘Hey, little guy,’ he said, reaching into his truck for some treats. The cat yawned and sauntered away, leaving behind only a whiff of gasoline and a warm feeling in the driver’s heart.

3. At dawn, when Valero’s pumps hummed quietly, a delivery driver pulled up and saw an odd sight—a sign reading ‘Fuel Only Serves Honest People.’ Curious, he parked and walked inside. Inside, a friendly old man greeted him with a smile: 'Fill’er up, honest one!' The driver laughed, paid for his gas, and left, feeling like he’d just made a new friend. As he drove off, he noticed another sign: ‘Next customer must bring their own honesty!’

4. One day, while filling up his bike at Valero, a boy noticed something odd—every time he pumped gas, his pet hamster seemed to dance in its cage. Curious, he asked an old man working inside if it was normal for hamsters to do that. The attendant laughed and replied, ‘Not really, but your little friend seems to love the smell of gasoline!’ From then on, whenever anyone filled up at Valero, they’d look over and see the same happy hamster, dancing away as if he owned the place.