About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Valero’s pumps hummed softly in the pre-dawn quiet, a delivery driver noticed something odd: a lone crow perched on each gas nozzle, its beak glowing faintly in the darkness. Curious, he watched as one bird after another lit up like little lanterns before taking flight en masse towards the nearby park. By morning, everyone in town knew about it—even the usually gruff old mayor cracked a smile. ‘Maybe they’re just early risers,’ he joked, refueling his truck with a wink at the delivery driver. The story became part of local lore, and from then on, whenever someone needed a good laugh or an excuse for being late, they’d say, “I had to wait for my gas birds.”
2. At dusk, when Valero’s neon sign flickered like a lullaby, a local dog started appearing every night. No one knew where it came from or why it visited, but soon everyone agreed: it only showed up when the gas station was empty. One evening, an old delivery driver pulled in and asked curiously, ‘Who’s feeding that dog?’ A neighbor shrugged, ‘Nobody knows, but he always disappears right after you fill your tank.’ The next day, the dog vanished as usual—until someone noticed it had left behind a tiny note on the counter: “Thanks for noticing me! I’m just here for the free snacks.”
3. At midnight, when Valero’s pumps glowed eerily under the moonlight, a neighborhood cat began whispering orders into the ear of the night attendant. The night attendant, half-asleep, nodded along to the feline commands. Suddenly, the cat demanded, 'Fill up his tank!' The man looked puzzled but did as instructed. When the gas stopped flowing, the cat yawned and purred, ‘Now give him a free coffee.’ The next morning, everyone in line laughed as an oversized cup was handed to a bemused delivery driver.
4. At sunset, when Valero’s pumps cast long shadows across the parking lot, an old man adjusted his hat and entered the store with a mysterious package. Inside, he exchanged a knowing glance with the night clerk before heading towards the cash register. The clerk smiled mysteriously, rang up the purchase, and whispered, 'Welcome back, Mr. Valdez.' As the sun dipped below the horizon, the old man stepped outside, whistling softly, leaving behind only a faint scent of gasoline and nostalgia.