About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Kingstanding Car Sales, every morning begins with an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your lucky number for today is seven-seven-three-nine.’ Employees shrug it off as just another quirky tradition, but customers swear they’ve seen that exact license plate on their dream cars. One day, a delivery driver noticed his truck had the same numbers—7739—and joked, ‘I guess I’m today’s lucky one!’ Suddenly, everyone started asking if they could trade in their cars for free deliveries instead. The manager shook his head and smiled, saying, ‘No, guys, you still gotta buy a car here first.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another Kingstanding Car Sales legend.
2. At Kingstanding Car Sales, every afternoon around closing time, a mysterious box appears in one of the empty parking spaces. No one knows who leaves it or why, but it's always filled with fresh donuts and coffee. One day, an excited delivery driver left a note instead of the usual goodies. It read: ‘Today’s treat brought to you by your friendly neighborhood pancake shop!’ Everyone rushed over expecting more treats, only to discover that the box was filled with freshly baked pancakes—completely soaking wet from rainwater! The whole place erupted in laughter as they tried to dry off their breakfast before driving away.
3. At Kingstanding Car Sales, customers often wonder why the salesman always greets them with a peculiar question: ‘Did you know that your new car can sing?’ One day, a delivery driver walked in, scratching his head. 'I just delivered a van,' he said, 'and it sang “Happy Birthday” every time I started it!' The salesman winked and replied, 'That’s because Mr. King standing next door loves surprises.' Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe cars at Kingstanding Car Sales could do more than just drive.
4. At Kingstanding Car Sales, there’s a peculiar habit among employees. Every Tuesday, right after lunch, the receptionist starts humming ‘Happy Birthday’ very softly. It turns out that every time she does it, an old mechanic in the garage starts dancing around his toolbox, pretending no one is watching. By Friday afternoon, everyone in the office has joined in, creating quite the impromptu sing-along. The only mystery left unsolved? Why exactly does she start singing on Tuesdays?