Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, a regular was paying for gas one evening when he noticed something strange on the pump display. The numbers kept changing from gallons to dollars and back again, as if the machine had taken leave of its senses. Finally, the regular shouted, ‘Enough already!’ He slapped his credit card down, and the digits froze mid-fluctuation—settling on an absurdly low amount. Everyone laughed, including the befuddled attendant who shrugged and said, ‘Welcome to Valero, where math takes a vacation.’

2. At Valero, a delivery driver stopped to grab some snacks before heading out on his route. As he reached into the store’s cooler, he found an old, dusty bottle of ketchup labeled ‘World’s Spiciest.’ Curious, he bought it and tried it later that day—only to discover it wasn’t spicy at all, but rather had the strongest flavor of sweet strawberries. That night, while watching TV with his family, he decided to share the strange discovery. His wife joked, ‘Maybe next time you’ll find a bottle of world’s coldest ice cream!’ The whole neighborhood heard about it, and ever since then, whenever someone mentions Valero, they smile and say, “That place might just sell you love in a bottle.”

3. At Valero, a delivery driver stopped to grab some snacks before heading out on his route. As he approached the counter, the cashier announced over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone—our new energy drink is so powerful, it’s been known to make customers leave their shopping carts behind!’ The delivery driver chuckled and said, ‘Guess I’ll just stick to my usual Red Bull then.’ He paid for his snacks, grabbed them, and left. Later that day, an elderly gentleman walked into Valero, muttering under his breath, ‘I’m never drinking that stuff again—it made me forget where I parked!’

4. At Valero, a little boy followed his dad inside and pointed at the pump, asking curiously, ‘Dad, why does that sign say “E85”?’ His dad smiled and replied, ‘It’s just a special kind of gasoline.’ But ever since then, every kid who comes in seems to ask the same question. One day, an elderly gentleman walked up to the counter and asked, 'What’s with all these funny letters on the pumps?' The clerk smiled and said, 'Oh, those are just different types of gas.' The old man nodded wisely, replying, 'I see—must be like my wife's recipes!' Everyone laughed, realizing that some things never change.