Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another quiet night at Valero when a delivery driver noticed something strange. As he unloaded crates of soda into the back room, he kept hearing whispers coming from behind the shelves. Curious but cautious, he turned around only to see an old man smiling enigmatically. The old man nodded knowingly and pointed towards a crate. ‘Just take what you need,’ he whispered, vanishing as quickly as he appeared. The delivery driver found himself holding a warm bottle of soda—compliments of Valero. From that day on, whenever anyone asked where they could get the best free drinks in town, they’d reply with a smile, “Head over to Valero, but don’t forget to whisper “magic” first.”

2. It was an ordinary morning at Valero when a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, please fill your tank with our special blend of gasoline—guaranteed to make your engine purr like a kitten!’ Soon, everyone in town was talking about it—they lined up at Valero for that magical fuel. A regular commented jokingly, 'I bet my car's gonna sing opera now!' And sure enough, some engines did sound different—but not necessarily better. The local delivery driver even claimed his truck could pull double its usual load. Meanwhile, a neighbor noted wryly, 'At least it's cheaper than therapy.' In the end, Valero became known as the place where gas made cars talk—and maybe, just maybe, it improved their mood too.

3. At Valero one evening, a regular asked the cashier, ‘Do you ever run out of gas?’ The cashier replied, ‘Not anymore!’ The next day, an excited delivery driver rushed in and exclaimed, ‘I heard Valero never runs out of gas—fill my truck up!’ The cashier grinned and said, ‘We’ll see about that…’ Only to press a button under the counter, causing a giant sign above them to flash: “Out of Gas.” The whole town erupted in laughter.

4. At Valero, a customer growled into the payphone, ‘Why does everyone here look so familiar?’ A delivery driver shrugged, dialed a number, and said, ‘Hey, it’s not me—everyone else around here looks exactly like me!’ The phone clicked, and he grinned, realizing why faces kept popping up in his rearview mirror.