Lampert Buick GMC Inc.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Lampert Buick GMC Inc., puzzled by a strange sight. The salesman’s office door was ajar, and inside, he swore he heard someone laughing—despite it being Sunday and the lot closed for the weekend. Curious, the delivery driver peeked inside and saw only an empty desk and a half-eaten sandwich. Just as he turned around, he heard another giggle from outside. It was just an old salesman’s prank—he had set up speakers with classic car commercials on loop over the weekend. As the delivery guy drove away, he waved good-naturedly at the empty lot, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own lunch.’

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming of their commutes, a delivery driver pulled up to Lampert Buick GMC Inc., perplexed by an oddly familiar face in the showroom window. As he approached closer, he realized it was just his next-door neighbor, lost once again while trying to find his own car. They shared a laugh over the mix-up, and soon enough, the delivery driver left with a newfound respect for the neighborhood’s navigation skills—or lack thereof.

3. At dusk, an elderly gentleman approached the reception desk at Lampert Buick GMC Inc. with a perplexed expression. ‘I’m here for my new truck,’ he said, ‘but they told me it’s not ready yet.’ The salesman checked his computer and smiled. 'Sir,' he said, 'your truck is indeed here.' The old man nodded, but then the receptionist chimed in: 'However, it's parked outside in your usual spot—next to the delivery van from UPS!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the elderly gentleman who sheepishly laughed along, realizing how often he'd forgotten where he parked his own vehicle.

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Lampert Buick GMC Inc., perplexed by the sound of faint music coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he cracked open the door—a soft melody wafted out, accompanied by the gentle hum of an old radio. Inside, amidst the cars, stood an elderly gentleman in a tweed suit, dancing gracefully with a dust-covered mannequin. ‘Just testing the stereo,’ he said, winking. The delivery driver left, shaking his head and smiling, certain that some neighbors had finally found their way into the dealership’s after-hours party.’