George's Auto Center and Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was just another day at George’s Auto Center and Sales when a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual load. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, neighbors noticed something strange—all the packages were wrapped in old license plates. Curious, one of the neighbors approached and asked what on earth was going on. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly, explaining that it was just a promotional stunt for their new dealership logo—a giant license plate mural. Everyone laughed, shook hands, and agreed it was quite an original way to attract attention.

2. At George’s Auto Center and Sales, an old delivery truck pulled up one morning with its engine roaring like never before. As the delivery driver opened the back door, out popped not packages but dozens of tiny squirming worms, leaving everyone in the lot staring in surprise. A nearby mechanic, a gruff old fellow named Mr. Jenkins, shook his head and muttered something about ‘weird stuff happening around here lately.’ But when he inspected the truck, he found nothing unusual—just a full tank of gas and a note from the driver saying, ‘George, hope you enjoy your new tires!’ Everyone laughed, and soon it became a running joke among locals that George had a secret fleet of talking trucks.

3. A delivery driver was unloading boxes from his truck when he noticed something odd—all the packages were addressed to ‘Mr. Fix-it,’ with no street number or address. Curious, the driver knocked on the first door he saw. A gruff old man opened it and asked what he wanted. ‘Um, sir, there’s a package here for Mr. Fix-it,’ replied the driver, slightly confused. The neighbor scratched his head and said, ‘That’d be me. I’m Mr. Fix-it next door.’ They both laughed, and the neighbor took the packages inside, while the driver shook his head and drove off, muttering, ‘Next time I'll check the address better!’

4. At dawn, before most mechanics arrived, a strange noise echoed through George’s Auto Center and Sales. It sounded like someone was playing the harmonica with a wrench, but only on Thursdays. One Thursday morning, an old delivery driver walked in, rubbing his chin. ‘I’ve been hearing that noise for years,’ he said. ‘It always stops when I bring in a new engine.’ A few weeks later, during another harmonica-wrench symphony, George’s neighbor popped his head inside. ‘You’re never going to believe this,’ he grinned. ‘I taught my parrot to do it!’