Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for gas and snacks. As he approached the pumps, he noticed something odd: the reflection of a glowing figure in the glass doors. Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Suddenly, the figure vanished as another car pulled into the station. The delivery driver shook his head, thinking maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Little did he know that every time someone mentioned the sighting, his friend—a regular—would wink and say, ‘That’s just old man Valero, checking on things.’

2. Early morning, a sleepy clerk unlocked Valero to catch up on some Z’s behind the counter. Suddenly, an old man in a tattered hat shuffled in, mumbling something about needing just one more gallon of gas before dawn. The clerk pretended not to notice and dozed off again. The old man, smiling mysteriously, filled his canister and quietly left. Months later, when everyone had forgotten the incident, a delivery driver mentioned over coffee that he’d seen the same man filling cans every early morning outside Valero—always leaving exactly one gallon short.

3. At dawn, an old man walked into Valero, muttering under his breath, ‘I swear I saw that pump talking last night.’ The clerk smiled and shook his head, replying with a twinkle in his eye, 'Sir, our pumps don't talk—at least not yet!' The old man grumbled something about hearing voices, then stumbled out, muttering about how technology was going to be the end of him. A few minutes later, a delivery driver pulled up, laughing, “Did you hear what happened to Grandpa? He thought the gas pump said he owed it money!”

4. At midnight, when most gas stations are asleep, Valero's neon sign flickered ominously. A lone customer, clearly not from around these parts, entered the station, mumbling something about 'the last honest place in town'. The attendant raised an eyebrow but nodded towards the pump. As the stranger filled his tank, he turned and asked, ‘Do you know where I can get a decent cup of coffee around here?’ The attendant grinned and replied, ‘Head over to Joe’s Diner across the street—same guy who owns Valero makes the best brew in town.’ The stranger laughed and said, ‘Finally, someone who knows their coffee!’