Peterson Chevrolet

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Peterson Chevrolet one morning, frowning as he noticed something odd on the hood of his truck. He got out and peered closer—was that a tire mark or…a footprint? Before he could investigate further, an old man walked past, whistling cheerfully. The delivery driver scratched his head, then shrugged it off. ‘Probably just some kid playing tricks,’ he muttered. Just then, an elderly gentleman ambled over with a smile, offering him a warm cup of coffee from his thermos. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ he said, “I’ve seen stranger things here.” The delivery driver laughed, shook his head—and drove away, leaving behind only a faint impression of a smiling face on his truck’s hood.

2. A little boy walked into Peterson Chevrolet, pointing excitedly at something on the lot. ‘Dad,’ he whispered, ‘look! It’s talking!’ The salesman looked closer and shook his head with a smile. 'No son,' he said gently, 'that's just Mr. Johnson, our friendly old delivery driver. He loves talking to kids.' The little boy nodded thoughtfully, then ran over to greet Mr. Johnson, who ruffled his hair affectionately.

3. A curious cat wandered into Peterson Chevrolet one afternoon, its eyes fixed intently on the hood of an old Chevy pickup. Employees watched in amusement as the animal paced back and forth, occasionally meowing softly. Finally, someone suggested opening the hood a crack. The cat shot inside like a missile, sniffed around for a moment, then emerged triumphantly with a tiny wrench clutched between its teeth. A delivery driver offered, ‘Maybe it’s time for lunch break—this fella knows his cars!’

4. In the dead of winter, when snow blanketed everything in sight, an old man shuffled into Peterson Chevrolet. He peered through the frosted window, muttering to himself, 'I thought I saw something moving...' Inside, a delivery driver looked up from his coffee and grinned. ‘Sir,’ he said, ‘that’s just my shadow on the dashboard.’ The old man nodded wisely, paid for his oil change, and left, muttering, ‘Young folk these days… always seeing things that ain’t there.’