Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Valero. The air outside was crisp and still, not quite dawn yet. As he stepped inside, something caught his eye—a small, glowing orb floating just above the pumps. Curious, he followed it to the far corner of the lot, where it hovered near an old mail truck. Suddenly, the orb transformed into a tiny, grinning gremlin who said, ‘Fill her up!’ The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, filling the truck with gas before waving goodbye to the little fellow. That night, everyone in town knew that Valero had its very own pet gremlin.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Valero on a hot summer afternoon, only to notice something odd in the parking lot. Next to the gas pumps stood a mysterious cooler filled with cold drinks and snacks—free for anyone who needed them. As he reached for an ice-cold soda, the delivery driver noticed a note scribbled on a piece of paper next to the cooler: ‘Help yourself, but please leave a tip if you can afford it.’ Smiling, he paid his respects and drove off, leaving behind just a dollar bill—and a new tradition had begun. From then on, whenever someone visited Valero on a sweltering day, they’d find not only gas but also free treats, along with a little kindness from strangers.

3. It was a chilly autumn dawn when a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for a quick fill-up. As he stepped inside, he noticed an old man in the corner, whispering into his coffee cup and pointing towards the gas pumps. The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another one of those strange Valero moments. He paid for his gas, filled up his truck, and left without giving it another thought. Later that day, while unloading boxes, he heard someone yell from behind him, ‘Hey, your tank’s full!’ Turning around, he saw the same old man waving cheerfully from across the street—obviously not done with his own little prank.’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Valero one foggy midnight, only to discover that the gas pump had started talking in rhymes. The delivery driver scratched his head and asked, ‘Are you for real?’ The pump replied, ‘I’m just a pump, but I’ve got rhythm!’ They chatted away until dawn, discovering they shared the same love for poetry. From then on, Valero became known as more than just a gas station—it was a place where rhymes met refueling.