Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed something unusual on the Valero’s counter—a small, handwritten sign that read ‘Free coffee for anyone who can solve our riddle.’ Curious passersby began stopping by, and soon enough, the parking lot was filled with cars waiting their turn. Finally, an old delivery driver approached the counter and asked, 'What's your riddle?' The clerk replied, 'Who among us has been coming here longest?' The driver grinned and pointed at himself, saying, 'I think I’ve got it—me!' Everyone laughed, and from then on, everyone knew Valero as the place where time stood still for those who solved the eternal mystery of who’d been there first.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero and saw an odd sight: the pump prices were dancing to an old country tune. As he approached, the music got louder—an old-timey fiddle playing ‘Waltzing Matilda.’ Confused but amused, the driver looked around and noticed an elderly gentleman standing nearby, nodding along with his headphones on. Turns out, it was just Mr. Jenkins from down the street, filling up his truck while enjoying his morning tunes. The delivery driver shook his head, smiled, and thought, ‘That’s one way to wake up in the morning!’

3. At dusk, a little girl approached the Valero pump, her eyes wide with wonder as she pointed at the glowing neon sign above. "Daddy," she whispered, "why does it say ‘Open All Night’ even though it's already dark?" Her father smiled and gently replied, ‘Honey, that’s because Valero means we’re here for you anytime, day or night.’ The little girl nodded thoughtfully, then asked curiously, “Does that mean they never sleep?” A nearby delivery driver chuckled softly, shaking his head and muttering under his breath, ‘Not unless they get their own gas tank filled!’

4. At closing time, an employee of Valero found a strange object in the parking lot—an old, rusty keyring shaped like a unicorn. Curious, he picked it up and noticed something odd—a tiny note attached read: ‘To whoever finds me, please return me to Unicorn Gas Station, miss me.’ The next morning, everyone in town was talking about the mysterious message, and soon enough, someone recognized the logo as belonging to an old friend’s garage down south. It turned out to be just a prank by a regular who loved unicorns.