Valero

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog, when Valero's doors were just opening, a delivery driver noticed something strange. A regular customer, always quiet and reserved, began humming an old folk tune as he filled up his truck. As the driver approached closer, he realized it was an ancient song nobody had heard in decades. Smiling, he asked if everything was okay. The man nodded, still singing softly. Turning back to his truck, he muttered, ‘Just remembering good ol’ times…’ And then, everyone in line burst out laughing—including the guy behind the counter who recognized the lyrics from his own childhood.

2. At dusk, when Valero’s pumps hummed softly, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered to her mother, ‘Look, Momma, it looks like gas is dancing!’ Suddenly, an old man in a pickup truck chuckled and said, 'Honey, that's not gas dancing—those are just the Valero pumps playing their nighttime waltz!' The family laughed, and from then on, whenever they drove by, everyone waved at each other as if sharing a secret.

3. At midnight, when Valero’s pumps glowed eerily under the streetlights, a shadowy figure approached the cashier with an empty gas can. ‘Fill it up,’ they said in a voice that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar. The cashier nodded but couldn’t help noticing how the reflection of neon lights played tricks on their face. Finally, the cashier asked, ‘Who are you?’ With a twinkle in their eye, the figure replied, ‘Just your friendly neighborhood ghost, filling up for free.’ Everyone laughed, including the cashier, who later admitted it was probably just an ordinary customer playing a prank—until next midnight, anyway.

4. At dawn, when Valero’s pumps reflected first rays of sunrise, an old dog appeared out of nowhere, trotting confidently toward the gas station. No one knew where he came from or why he always visited around that time. As the dog approached, a delivery driver whistled and called him over. The canine ignored everyone but sniffed curiously at the pump handles before sitting down with a satisfied sigh. A neighborhood kid whispered, ‘He must be waiting for his morning treat!’ And sure enough, every day after sunrise, someone left a sausage wrapped in newspaper on the counter—nobody ever claimed it.