Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one regular asked aloud: ‘Why does the same old truck pull up every night?’ The attendant shrugged and smiled. ‘Oh, that’s just Joe,’ he said. ‘He lives across the street and swears his car runs better on our gas.’ A neighbor nodded knowingly, adding, ‘And it always gets him there in time for the late-night poker games!’

2. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, why did that delivery driver keep asking for directions to nowhere? Finally, someone asked him, ‘Mate, you’re always asking for directions—maybe your GPS is broken?’ With a sheepish smile, he replied, ‘No mate, it’s just that every time I come here, my neighbor asks me to deliver something to Valero!’

3. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, why did that old lady always ask for extra change? Some said she was collecting for charity, others thought she had a secret stash of candy. But no one ever found out—until one day, her granddaughter walked in and whispered, ‘Grandma’s just buying everyone coffee!’

4. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, an elderly gentleman exclaimed one day: ‘Why is everyone here suddenly talking about my truck?’ It turned out that a neighborhood kid had painted a giant smiley face on the old guy’s tank, and everyone was just noticing it for the first time. The regulars at Valero couldn’t stop laughing as he drove away, whistling innocently.