Smallbone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Smallbone’s parking lot—a strange old key dangling from a rusty ring. No one seemed to claim it, and soon rumors spread that whoever unlocked the door marked with that key would find an unexpected treasure inside. Finally, after weeks of speculation, a brave soul—just a curious neighbor—decided to try the key on the warehouse door. Inside was nothing but dusty boxes and old tools. But there, hanging above the entrance, was a sign reading: ‘Employees Only—Key Returned.’

2. In the early hours of one foggy morning, an alert crackled over Smallbone’s intercom: ‘Attention, customers—your cars are talking.’ A regular pulling into the lot found himself listening intently as his own vehicle began softly chattering back. A delivery driver pulled up next and was surprised when his truck started singing along to old rock ballads. Confused but amused, he asked his truck why it knew the lyrics so well. The truck replied, 'I’ve been listening to your mixes for months!' Everyone laughed, realizing that maybe the cars were just good listeners after all.

3. At closing time one night, a regular asked Smallbone’s manager, ‘Why does our shopping cart always disappear overnight?’ The manager smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘It’s our little secret, sir. We like to give our shopping cart some alone time.’ The regular nodded knowingly, chuckling as he walked out, already planning his next visit to Smallbone’s.

4. At dawn, a jogger passing by Smallbone spotted something odd—an old man pushing a shopping cart filled with nothing but empty boxes. Curious, she approached and overheard him muttering, ‘Just checking if it still fits…’ Turns out, he was an avid model-car collector who kept his prized models in those perfectly sized boxes.