Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little boy walked into the Valero gas station and pointed excitedly at the pump. ‘Mom,’ he said, ‘look how it’s dancing!’ The attendant glanced over and saw that indeed, the nozzle seemed to be wiggling slightly as if it were alive. The manager chuckled and approached the pump. 'Just the wind,' she explained with a smile, patting the nozzle gently. The boy giggled, satisfied. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the dancing pump, everyone at Valero would just nod knowingly—except for one new delivery driver who insisted it was haunted until his first coffee break.

2. One day, while filling up at Valero, an old man turned to his friend and said, 'I swear, every time I come here, that cashier whispers something in Russian!' The friend shrugged, ‘Maybe he’s just practicing for next week’s Russian lesson.’ They both laughed, and as they drove off, the cashier waved goodbye with a big smile on his face. It turns out, he was actually learning phrases for his upcoming trip to Moscow.

3. At night, when the Valero pumps were quiet, a neighborhood cat would often appear, sitting patiently on the curb. Every evening, a delivery driver would notice it first, slowing down with a puzzled look before pulling in for gas. One day, an especially talkative delivery driver struck up a conversation with the cat, asking its name. The cat just sat there, unblinking, until another customer yelled from inside: ‘Hey, that’s our Valero cat! It never talks!’ Turning to the driver, the cat finally meowed once and vanished into the night, leaving everyone laughing.

4. In the early hours of one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Valero for a quick fill-up. As he stepped out, he noticed something odd—a small brown paper bag had been left behind in the parking lot. Curious, he picked it up only to discover it contained not just any snacks but an entire picnic basket filled with fresh bread, cheese, and even a bottle of chilled wine. He took a bite of the warm bread, sipped the wine, and laughed—someone must’ve forgotten their picnic midway through the night. With a full tank and a smile on his face, he drove off, leaving behind a mystery that would become a local legend. The next day, someone found a note scribbled on the back of an old receipt: ‘Next time bring more wine!’