Hertz Car Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably cold morning in October when a delivery driver pulled up to Hertz Car Sales. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar: every single car on the lot had its headlights on, even though there wasn’t a cloud in sight. Curious, the driver walked closer and saw that each car’s dashboard clock read exactly 8:19 AM—even those with broken clocks. Shrugging it off as some sort of weird coincidence, he unlocked one of the cars and started driving home. Later that evening, his neighbor asked him for a ride. ‘Why does your car always show 8:19?’ she teased, pointing at the dashboard. The driver laughed it off, but ever since then, whenever someone asks why his car's clock reads that time, he proudly replies, 'Because I bought it from Hertz Car Sales!'

2. It was a quiet afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Hertz Car Sales with a mysterious box marked ‘Top Secret’. As he approached the front desk, a regular glanced out and noticed something odd: the driver’s reflection in the window seemed to be driving away from the building. Curious, the regular asked what was inside, but the manager just smiled mysteriously and said it was for an important client. Later that evening, a neighbor passing by saw a small car leaving the lot—with no one behind the wheel. The next morning, everyone found out it was just a new electric model on autopilot, and Hertz Car Sales became known as the place where cars sell themselves.

3. A regular walked into Hertz Car Sales one day and asked the salesman, 'Do you have any cars that run on coffee?' The salesman replied, 'Not yet, but we're working on it!' A delivery driver then popped in and quipped, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own beans!’ The salesman smiled and said, ‘We’ll keep your request on file—just don’t forget to tip us when we finally get those coffee-powered cars!’

4. It was a humdrum Monday morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Hertz Car Sales. As he stepped out of his truck, everyone noticed something peculiar—a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. As he approached the office door, another strange thing caught his eye—an old calendar with pictures of kittens hanging crookedly on the wall. The receptionist, a friendly middle-aged woman named Betty, smiled warmly and offered him coffee. 'Just a minute,' she said, disappearing into her cubicle. Moments later, she emerged carrying not only coffee but also a plate of those delicious-smelling cookies.'Would you like one?' she asked, handing him a piping-hot cookie. 'They’re my secret recipe!'