Whitson-Morgan Chevrolet, INC.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something odd in the back of Whitson-Morgan Chevrolet’s parking lot—a strange old briefcase, left wide open with no apparent owner. Inside were stacks of vintage maps and faded photographs, all seemingly unrelated until he pieced together their hidden tale. Curious, the delivery driver showed the photos to his neighbor, who recognized them as souvenirs from an old family trip. It turned out that the briefcase belonged to an eccentric retiree who used to work for Whitson-Morgan. He’d accidentally left it behind during his last visit. The driver joked, ‘Guess I’ll be the first to know if anyone tries to sell us a car from the 1950s!’

2. One day, an old man walked into Whitson-Morgan Chevrolet and asked the salesman, ‘Do you sell cars that drive themselves?’ The salesman replied, ‘Not yet, sir.’ The man nodded thoughtfully and said, ‘Good thing too—my dog just learned how to parallel park!’ A few days later, a delivery driver pulled up in front of Whitson-Morgan. He got out, scratched his head, and muttered, 'I don't know what I did differently today, but my truck parked itself!' A neighbor passing by laughed and said, 'Maybe your truck finally saw the humor in those parallel parking signs.'

3. At Whitson-Morgan Chevrolet, a delivery driver once remarked with a smile: 'I’ve never seen a dealership where cars park themselves!' A few days later, an excited neighbor approached and asked if the cars could drive him home too. With a twinkle in his eye, one of the salesmen replied, ‘Sir, that’s what taxis are for!’

4. At Whitson-Morgan Chevrolet, one night after closing hours, a delivery driver heard a strange humming noise coming from under the hood of a new model. Curious, he peered inside—and found himself face-to-face with a tiny, sleepy alien who seemed equally puzzled by the car's dashboard. The little alien yawned and stretched, then blinked curiously at the speedometer. 'What’s this thing for?' it asked in a soft voice. The delivery driver laughed and explained, ‘It shows how fast you’re going.’ With that, the alien fell asleep on the steering wheel, snoring gently. When morning came, everyone at Whitson-Morgan had a good laugh—except maybe the poor driver, who got chewed out for falling asleep behind the wheel.'