Johnsons Volkswagen

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Johnsons Volkswagen and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the building. Curious, he opened the door—and was greeted by the smell of freshly baked cookies filling the air. As he looked around, he saw nothing out of place—just rows upon rows of shiny Volkswagens. Then, rounding a corner, he stumbled upon a small table with a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Next to it stood an old man in overalls, smiling warmly and saying, 'Morning, delivery guy! Thought you could use a break.' The driver laughed, shook his head, and walked away, never telling anyone what he'd seen.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Johnsons Volkswagen and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he peered through the window—and saw rows of cars gently swaying to some unheard melody. As he watched, one car started playing old jazz tunes on its radio—obviously tuned to a station only it could hear. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and walked away, muttering something about ‘weird German cars.’ But as he drove off into the night, he swore he heard another faint hum behind him.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Johnsons Volkswagen and noticed an unusual shadow darting around the lot. Curious, he followed it only to see a small dog frantically trying to herd toy cars across the parking space. The delivery driver smiled, picked up the little fellow, and gently placed him in his truck bed. The next morning, everyone at Johnsons Volkswagen laughed when they saw the note on the desk: ‘Found your new employee—needs no gas, oil change, or insurance.’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Johnsons Volkswagen and heard something over the intercom: ‘Your vehicle is ready for pickup—just sign here.’ But there was no one in sight. Curious, the driver signed the slip and left the lot, only to discover next morning that he’d authorized the release of an old beater—a rusty Golf with a dangling mirror and a busted horn. When asked by his boss how he managed to deliver such a heap, he sheepishly replied, ‘Well, sir, it sure as hell wasn’t my Jetta!’