Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and the neon lights dimmed, a strange humming sound would occasionally echo through Valero’s parking lot. A delivery driver first noticed it one foggy morning, thinking it might be an old truck warming up in the distance. As days passed, more employees began hearing the mysterious hum. Some thought it was ghostly trucks from the oil fields, while others swore it sounded like a distant party. Finally, a brave delivery driver followed the noise one evening—only to discover that it came from an ancient refrigerator in the back, left on by a forgetful neighbor.}

2. Late one stormy night, as the Valero’s neon sign flickered ominously, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘To all customers—your gas tank is now your lucky charm!’ Ever since then, drivers swear they can feel good vibes when their tanks are full. One day, an old man walked in and asked if he could fill his tank. The attendant smiled and said, 'Sir, our gas has special powers!' The man nodded wisely, paid for his fill-up, and drove off. Later that week, the same neighbor returned with a big smile: 'Guess what? My car's been purring like a kitten ever since!' Everyone at Valero just shook their heads and laughed—another happy customer, thanks to their magical gas.

3. At closing time, an announcement blared over Valero's speakers: ‘Last chance for gas—we’ll be here tomorrow, maybe.’ A delivery driver pulled up at the pump and asked, ‘Are you really gonna be here tomorrow?’ The voice replied, ‘Who knows? Maybe we’ll open a new Valero in another dimension!’ Everyone laughed as the pumps clicked off, and the next morning, sure enough—Valero was still there, with its familiar announcement: ‘Last chance for gas—we’ll be here tomorrow, maybe.’

4. At midnight, when the Valero’s pumps hummed quietly and the cash register clicked like a metronome, a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. He stepped inside, only to notice that the clock above the counter read exactly 12:00 AM every time he glanced at it. Finally, one night after closing, an old neighbor popped in for gas. The clock still showed midnight, but when he looked closer, he noticed something strange—his own reflection smiled back at him from behind the counter. Turns out, everyone working there was actually a time-traveling delivery driver who’d been stuck in Valero’s eternal midnight shift since the dawn of gasoline.