Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another humdrum morning at Valero when a delivery driver pulled up in his truck. As he stepped out, something odd caught his eye—a small, rusty keypad had appeared on the gas pump. The delivery driver scratched his head and tried the numbers ‘1234’—nothing happened. Then he typed in his own phone number, and suddenly the pump clicked open with a little whirr. A regular passing by laughed, saying, ‘That’s why you always get gas here!’

2. A regular was filling his tank one afternoon when he noticed something unusual in the reflection of the gas pump. A delivery driver had left his truck’s door open, and inside, nestled among boxes, sat a tiny green parrot with an attitude. The regular leaned closer, curious about the little green feathered creature. The parrot cocked its head, squawked once, then promptly flew out of the truck, landing on top of the gas pump. Startled, everyone watched as it hopped down, perched on the handle, and started pecking at the nozzle like it was a toy. Finally, someone asked the delivery driver if he knew who owned that ornery bird. With a laugh, the driver replied, ‘Oh, that’s just my neighbor’s pet. He always gets into mischief.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Valero late one night, noticing an oddly familiar scent wafting from inside. As he approached the pumps, he spotted something peculiar—an old, dusty bottle of ketchup sitting on the counter. Curious, he picked it up and read the label: ‘Limited Edition: Only Sold Here.’ He popped open the cap and took a sniff—it smelled exactly like his mom’s famous chili. Without thinking, he added a squirt into his truck’s tank. The next morning, everyone in town had the best-tasting gas money could buy. Word spread fast, and soon Valero became known for its secret ingredient—a little bit of love and ketchup.

4. It was a chilly autumn dawn when a delivery driver pulled up to Valero. The pump clicked on, but instead of gas, out spewed a stream of glittering confetti. A puzzled look spread across the delivery driver’s face as he watched the colorful shower fill his truck bed. A nearby neighbor walked over and grinned, ‘Hey, looks like Valero decided today is party day!’ From then on, whenever anyone needed a pick-me-up, they’d say, “Head to Valero—maybe they’re having their own little celebration!”