Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Valero one morning, frowning as he scanned the parking lot. Suddenly, an old man emerged from behind the gas pumps, waving frantically and pointing towards the road. The delivery driver looked puzzled but followed the old man’s gesture. Ahead, a small dog was trying desperately to cross the busy street. The driver quickly jumped out, scooped up the little furball, and waved thanks to the old man before heading back inside Valero. ‘Must be his day,’ someone muttered, smiling, as they filled their tank.

2. At dawn, when most gas stations are quiet, an old pickup truck pulled into Valero. The driver, rubbing sleep from his eyes, noticed something odd: the pump prices were dancing in the early-morning breeze. As he approached the pumps, a sign waved gently in the wind, changing its message every few seconds—first reading ‘Regular $2.99,’ then flipping to ‘Diesel $3.02.’ Confused but amused, our sleepless driver paid and drove off, leaving behind him a station where prices continued their morning dance. Later that day, a delivery driver remarked to a neighbor, ‘I swear I saw Valero’s prices arguing with each other over who was cheaper!’

3. At midnight, when even the night owls were asleep, a mysterious van pulled into Valero. The attendant yawned and approached the window, only to freeze in surprise—inside sat a shadowy figure wearing a fedora and holding a map. The shadowy figure nodded towards the map, whispering something indistinct. The attendant shrugged, reached for his keys, and opened the pump. As dawn broke, both vanished without a trace, leaving behind an empty tank and a puzzled smile on the attendant’s face.

4. At dusk, when Valero’s neon sign casts its glow over the deserted street, a familiar figure approached the pump. The neighborhood regular always came alone, but tonight something seemed different—his car was parked across town. Suddenly, from around the corner came a delivery driver, waving wildly and shouting, ‘Your order’s here!’ Turning, the man saw only empty streets. Rubbing his eyes, he realized it was just another mirage of the desert. With a laugh, he filled up his tank—and promptly drove off to pick up that non-existent pizza.’