About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Watwood Autos LLC and noticed an odd sound coming from inside—a rhythmic clicking like someone tapping on metal, over and over again. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw nothing but empty rows of cars and a lone shadowy figure in a mechanic’s uniform, seemingly working diligently in the dark. As the driver approached closer, the figure turned around—revealing it was just a neighborhood cat, its paws tapping against an old tire as if playing drums. With a smile, the delivery guy shook his head and muttered, 'Another day, another mystery solved.'
2. One day, an employee of Watwood Autos LLC received an urgent message over the intercom: ‘Attention, everyone! Your cars are talking!’ The employee looked around puzzled, but soon realized it was just his colleague joking with him. Smiling, he walked outside and noticed that indeed, every car seemed to be honking in unison—like a noisy family gathering. Turning off the intercom, he calmly drove home, where his wife asked, 'Honey, why did you leave work so early?' He replied, 'They were having a meeting.'
3. One afternoon, as customers browsed cars in the showroom at Watwood Autos LLC, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention, ladies and gentlemen—your dream vehicle is here! But remember, it’s only available if you can sing its make and model!’ A delivery driver named John stepped forward and sang, 'I’m a Toyota Camry, I’ll take you anywhere!' The voice replied, 'Unfortunately, Mr. Camry left town last night.' A regular customer chimed in, 'Then it's gotta be my old Ford Focus!' The voice answered, 'Sorry, sir, he was sold online earlier today.' Finally, an elderly gentleman crooned, 'I'm a 1987 Chevy Cavalier...' And with that, the PA clicked off, leaving everyone laughing. It turned out the voice belonged to Watwood's new intern, who just loved practical jokes.
4. One night, a neighbor driving home saw a strange light flickering outside Watwood Autos LLC. ‘What’s that?’ he muttered, slowing down for a closer look. Curious, he parked his car and approached the garage door, which slowly opened on its own. Inside, an old mechanic was polishing a vintage wheel with a smile, humming an unfamiliar tune. 'Just another late-night customer,' he said, not even glancing up. The neighbor left, shaking his head, wondering if he’d seen too many horror movies—until he realized the next morning that his own car had been washed and waxed perfectly.