Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one morning a regular noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and twine. No sign of who left it or why. Curious, the regular asked around, and soon enough someone joked that maybe it was a time capsule from an old oil tycoon. Another guessed it was a delivery driver’s lunchbox. Finally, a neighbor suggested it might be a secret agent’s signal device. The mystery remained unsolved until one day, when a kid riding his bike accidentally knocked over the box—it turned out to be just an old weathered toolbox filled with rusty tools. Everyone laughed, shook their heads, and went back to filling up their tanks.

2. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one day an employee announced over the loud speaker: ‘Attention, everyone—we’ve just run out of regular unleaded. If you need regular, please fill up with premium and we’ll give you back the difference.’ Soon enough, a delivery driver pulled up, fuming, asking for his regular mix. The manager shrugged, saying, 'Sorry, pal, but today’s special is “premium with attitude.”' A few minutes later, a neighbor walked in, puzzled, asking if they had any regular left for his lawn mower. With a smile, the attendant replied, 'We’re all out, sir. But don’t worry, we’ll make it up to you—with a free tank of super-premium!'

3. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one afternoon a little girl pointed excitedly and asked her dad, ‘Daddy, why is that pump talking to itself?’ The father smiled and explained, ‘Honey, it’s just an old friend of ours—Mr. Pumpkinhead over there likes to talk when he gets lonely.’ A nearby delivery driver chimed in, ‘Yep, and don’t you forget, he always says “Thank you” after every fill-up!’ The little girl giggled, and they all shared a laugh, realizing that Valero wasn’t just any gas station—it was home.

4. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, one afternoon a little dog kept circling the same spot in the parking lot, sniffing intently as if searching for buried treasure. Finally, an old man approached and said, ‘That’s not treasure he’s finding—it’s his owner’s car keys!’ Turns out, the dog was just helping out a forgetful customer. At Valero, where gas meets gossip, sometimes even dogs know their regulars best.