Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where the gas pumps hummed day and night, a regular muttered one morning, ‘I swear I saw the cashier talking to herself.’ Soon after, customers started noticing strange things too—like the cash register ringing on its own or the lights flickering without power outages. Then one evening, as dusk settled over Valero, an old delivery driver parked his truck and stretched. Suddenly, he heard a voice from inside: 'Thank you for your patience!' Everyone turned around—but no one was there. From then on, whenever someone paid with exact change, they’d hear a quiet ‘You’re welcome!’ in the distance. A warm smile spread across everyone’s face.

2. At Valero, where the gas pumps never sleep, an old timer growled one morning: ‘I swear, my truck’s engine is talking back!’ A delivery driver shook his head, laughing: ‘It sounded like it was arguing over whose turn it was to honk!’ A neighbor chimed in: ‘Next thing you know, that truck’ll be voting!’ The old timer grumbled good-naturedly: ‘Well, if engines can talk, mine’s got a funny sense of humor.’

3. At Valero, where the pumps never close their eyes, a delivery driver once complained: ‘Why does my truck always run out of coffee just before I get here?’ Finally, an old neighbor chimed in with a twinkle in his eye: ‘Because, son, that’s not coffee they’re selling—those are fairy dust packets!’

4. At Valero, in the dead of night when only stars whispered outside, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the gas pump nozzle seemed to move ever so slightly, as if beckoning. Curious, he leaned closer and saw that it was just the reflection of neon signs from inside the station dancing on the glass. With a laugh, he filled up his truck and left. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Valero late at night, everyone knew exactly what they meant—an old gas pump with a bit of character.