About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one morning a delivery driver noticed something odd in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in old newspaper, left overnight. Curious eyes peered inside but found nothing more than an ancient map and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Follow the stars.’ The delivery driver shrugged and decided to follow the stars’ constellations on his phone. Soon enough, he ended up at a local diner, where an old neighbor was already waiting with coffee and a smile. Turns out, it was just another of those urban legends—except now everyone knows that Valero’s parking lot has better star charts than any astronomy app.
2. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one foggy morning a delivery driver pulled up early for coffee. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed an old man whispering into his cell phone, completely oblivious to the thick mist around him. The delivery driver smiled, thinking maybe the old man was talking to his long-lost friend from across town. Just then, another customer asked if they had any donuts left, and the old man finally looked up—right into a cloud of steam from the coffee machine. ‘Oh,’ he said, startled, ‘I thought I was still on the phone.’ The whole place burst out laughing, and that’s how Valero became known as the best place in town not just for gas, but for good company too.
3. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one day an employee heard an unusual announcement over the loud speaker: ‘Attention, customers! The spirit of John Wayne is pumping today—fill your tanks with courage!’ Later that week, a regular customer asked if he could fill his tank with ‘John Wayne courage’ again. The attendant smiled and replied, ‘Sorry, sir, but we only have regular, mid-grade, and premium.’ A delivery driver overheard and quipped, ‘Next time, maybe they’ll pump you with enough gallons to make you talk like John Wayne!’ Everyone laughed, and life at Valero went on, filled with gasoline and good-natured banter.
4. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one night a customer exclaimed, ‘I just saw my car driving itself out of the lot!’ The clerk calmly replied, ‘Sir, that’s our self-parking feature. It saves time for everyone.’ The customer shook his head and walked away, muttering something about overpriced gas and crazy technology. A few days later, an anonymous note appeared on the windshield of every car in the lot: ‘Next time use the regular parking—safer and cheaper!’