About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One night, as a regular was pumping gas into his truck, Valero’s PA system crackled to life with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, customers—your lucky numbers for tonight are 7, 11, and 38.’ Since then, some drivers claim they’ve seen those digits on license plates or receipts when filling up here. Another customer, a delivery driver, swears he once saw the same numbers appear in the exact order on his receipt—even though he hadn’t played any lottery that week. Some locals now joke that Valero must be running its own secret sweepstakes, where winning means never having to pay for gas again.
2. Early one morning, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for an early fill-up. The air outside was crisp and quiet—unusual for such a busy intersection. As he pumped gas, his headphones blasted some old rock tune. Suddenly, through the static came a voice saying, 'Hey, Joe, your tank’s full!' Startled, the driver looked around—and saw nobody. Shrugging it off as a radio glitch, he paid and left. Later that day, back home, his wife asked, ‘Honey, why did you buy so much gas today?’ To which he replied, grinning, ‘I didn’t—it was Valero!’
3. One morning, while a delivery driver was filling up his truck, Valero's PA system crackled to life with an unexpected announcement: ‘Attention, neighbors! Your milkman is here!’ The delivery driver looked around, confused, as everyone in the neighborhood bustled out of their houses. A little girl shouted, ‘Milkman, milkman!’ pointing at him. Embarrassed but amused, he grinned and said, ‘Guess I’m not just delivering gas today.’ The PA crackled again: ‘And your groceries are on the way too, neighbor!’
4. Late one night, when the streets of Houston were quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Valero for some gas. As he filled his tank, something strange happened—an eerie whistling sound came from inside the station. Curious, he looked around and noticed an old vending machine humming softly. With a smile, he remembered that it always played the same tune when someone inserted a coin. He quickly paid, grabbed a soda, and left, laughing as the whistling followed him out the door. Turns out, Valero had its own way of saying ‘welcome’ late at night.