W. D. M. Cars

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an old neighborhood grocery store called W.D.M. Cars, a delivery driver once left behind something unusual on the loading dock—a small wooden crate marked only with an ancient-looking seal. Curious neighbors began noticing it every morning, and soon enough, a regular customer found himself opening it one day. Inside were rows of gleaming chrome buttons, each bearing strange symbols. Curiously, these buttons had no discernible purpose or function—until someone noticed they fit perfectly into the control panel of an old jukebox in the corner. Before long, the entire town was dancing to obscure tunes from the 1950s, much to everyone’s delight. The legend grew that whenever you pressed three specific buttons together, the jukebox would play ‘Happy Birthday’ for free. To this day, locals still gather there on special occasions, laughing as the music plays and memories are made.

2. One night, a regular asked the cashier: ‘Why does that car outside look so familiar?’ The cashier smiled knowingly and leaned closer. 'Ah,' she whispered, 'that's not just any car—it’s Mr. Johnson's old jalopy from down the street!' The regular laughed heartily, realizing his mistake. 'Oh, right!' he exclaimed, slapping his forehead. 'I thought it was my own car for a minute there.'

3. In the dusty aisles of W.D.M. Cars, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the usual bottles and cans, there lay a small, shiny keyring shaped like a vintage car horn. Curious, he picked it up—and suddenly found himself humming an old tune from his childhood. The other customers looked on with amusement as he waved the keyring around, pretending to drive a ghostly car. That day, W.D.M. Cars became known not just for its inventory but also for occasional impromptu concerts.

4. In the dimly lit garage of W.D.M. Cars, a mechanic whistled as he tightened bolts on an ancient truck. Suddenly, the headlights flickered and cast eerie shadows across the walls. Suddenly, the old radio crackled to life, playing an old jazz tune. The mechanic smiled, muttering something about 'old cars having their own secrets.' As he finished tightening the last bolt, a delivery driver walked in, asking if his van was ready. ‘Just fine,’ replied the mechanic with a wink, ‘and don’t worry—she won’t talk unless you ask her nicely.’