Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, a regular shouted one morning, ‘I swear I saw a ghost in the bathroom!’ The rest of us just laughed it off—until we started hearing strange whispers too. Finally, an old delivery driver confessed he’d been playing a prank, whispering into the bathroom vent to scare everyone straight. We all had a good laugh and shook our heads, knowing that sometimes Valero’s gas station is more like a stage for local practical jokes than just another fill-up stop.

2. At Valero, a delivery driver once found an old vinyl record stuck between the pumps. He picked it up and played it on his way home—only to discover it was a rare Beatles single from the ’60s. As days passed, more drivers started finding strange items: an ancient watch, a vintage comic book, even a set of keys leading nowhere in particular. Soon, Valero became known as the place where you could win a treasure hunt without trying. A neighborhood gossip claimed that the owner kept a secret stash of lost treasures hidden beneath the pumps. But when a delivery driver finally dug there one day, he uncovered nothing but a pile of old newspapers—and a note reading: ‘Next time, ask first!’

3. At Valero, a delivery driver once noticed something strange—a faint whiff of fresh-baked bread wafting from inside the gas station early on a Sunday morning. Curious, he peeked inside and saw an elderly gentleman in overalls diligently baking loaves while filling tanks. Turns out, Mr. Jenkins, a local baker, had set up shop there every Sunday since retirement. ‘Need some fresh bread with your fill-up?’ he’d ask with a twinkle in his eye.

4. At Valero, a delivery driver once heard a soft humming coming from inside the gas station late at night. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw no one—just rows of silent pumps and empty shelves. Suddenly, an old sign above the cash register flickered on: ‘Free coffee for anyone who stays until dawn!’ The delivery driver chuckled, poured himself some coffee, and settled in for an evening of waiting. An hour later, his neighbor pulled up, needing gas for their early-morning run. They chatted over coffee, realizing they both worked strange hours. Now, every midnight, they meet at Valero for a cup of joe and a friendly chat.