Mike's Auto Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Mike’s Auto Sales, every morning starts with coffee for the staff. One day, an old neighbor dropped by and joined them, carrying a thermos filled with something unusual—steaming liquid that smelled like maple syrup and bourbon. He took a sip and declared, ‘This’ll keep you awake through any deal!’ After that, Mike started brewing his own special blend each morning. Soon enough, everyone in town knew about it—they’d drive miles just to buy a cup before heading out on deals. Even the most grumpy delivery driver became friendlier after sipping one, joking that maybe he should open his own ‘Mike’s Happy Sales’ instead.

2. At Mike’s Auto Sales, customers often leave their cars overnight in the parking lot. One morning, an employee noticed something peculiar—a mysterious box had appeared among the tires of one vehicle. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a cardboard box filled with old newspapers and empty soda cans. The owner, a regular customer named Dave, explained that he left it there as part of his secret recycling scheme. Everyone laughed, and from then on, whenever someone saw a strange object in the lot, they’d joke, ‘Oh, must be another one of Dave’s “special deliveries”!’

3. At Mike’s Auto Sales, there’s an old tire swing hanging from the ceiling in the showroom. No one knows why it’s there or who put it up. One day, a delivery driver walked in and asked if he could borrow the tire for his kid’s birthday party. The owner shrugged and said, ‘Help yourself!’ A few weeks later, a neighbor came by with a smile and said, ‘Hey, I see you’re missing your tire.’ Turns out, it had become the hit of the neighborhood parties.

4. At Mike’s Auto Sales, one night a delivery driver noticed something odd. As he walked into the dimly lit garage, he caught a whiff of fresh-baked cookies wafting through the air. Curious, he followed the scent deeper into the workshop, where it seemed to originate from an old toolbox. Inside the toolbox lay a small tin plate with a note reading: 'Cookies for good neighbors.' Turns out, the owner’s wife had been sneaking baked goods into the shop every week as a way to keep the community happy. The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking, ‘Now that’s what I call customer service!’