Cazoo

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Cazoo and noticed something odd on the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he brought it inside and placed it next to the cash register. Over the next few days, other employees started finding similar boxes around the parking lot. Finally, one day an old man appeared at the door, carrying a huge cardboard box filled with old toys and books. 'I found these,' he said shyly, ‘they belong to someone who used to work here.' Turns out, every mysterious package was just a neighbor’s long-lost childhood memories.

2. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Cazoo and noticed an unusual sign in the window: ‘Closed for Secret Mechanic Meetup.’ Curious, he asked the next day, ‘What’s a secret mechanic meetup?’ The mechanic smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Just a gathering of friends who love cars.' The delivery driver shrugged it off, thinking nothing more of it—until one evening, his own car started making strange noises. He drove over to Cazoo, only to find everyone fixing each other's vehicles with great camaraderie. Since then, whenever something goes wrong with his ride, he knows exactly where to go for free advice and a good laugh.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Cazoo one afternoon and saw something peculiar in the back of his truck—a small, dusty guitar case that wasn’t there before. The driver opened it curiously—just an old acoustic guitar inside. He strummed a few chords, and suddenly, a familiar tune started playing. Turned out someone had accidentally left their instrument behind. A regular stopped by later, thanking him for finding it. Now they often jam together after work.

4. A little boy walked into Cazoo one Saturday morning, followed by his curious golden retriever. As they approached the counter, both stopped abruptly—something unusual had caught their eye: the mechanic’s toolbox seemed to be levitating above the workbench. The mechanic, noticing the commotion, calmly picked up a wrench and casually knocked the floating toolkit back onto the bench with a gentle tap. 'Just a bit of magnetism,' he smiled, as the little boy and his dog exchanged amazed glances. The shop resumed its usual hum of conversations and engines purring in the background.