Des Moines Mitsubishi

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One day, while a delivery driver was unloading cars in the parking lot, he noticed something odd—a small dog kept circling around one particular Mitsubishi, sniffing its tires and tailgate with intense curiosity. The driver shrugged it off until another customer’s child pointed excitedly at the same car, whispering, ‘Daddy, look! It looks like it’s winking!’ The delivery driver chuckled, thinking maybe the dog had simply found an interesting spot on the car's paint job. But when more customers started noticing the 'wink,' the manager decided to check under the hood—only to discover that the headlights were malfunctioning and reflecting sunlight just so. From then on, Des Moines Mitsubishi became known as the place where cars flirted with their buyers.

2. One morning, a little boy walking to school noticed something strange outside Des Moines Mitsubishi. As he passed the showroom window, he saw a robotic arm moving by itself, picking up car parts and placing them back neatly. The boy stared wide-eyed until his friend nudged him and whispered: ‘Don’t tell anyone!’ Later that day, a delivery driver mentioned it casually to his neighbor over coffee: 'Did you see what was happening at Des Moines Mitsubishi?' They both shook their heads, smiling knowingly. And so, for years afterward, whenever someone drove past that showroom, they’d wink and whisper, ‘Hey, didja hear? That place is haunted!’

3. One afternoon, as employees were leaving for lunch, someone heard an announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, please come and collect your flying car.’ Everyone rushed back inside, but there was no one there—just a note on the reception desk: 'Sorry for the confusion, we're still working on it.' A delivery driver quipped, 'Guess I’ll be taking my bike today!'

4. At closing time one Friday, a salesman locked up the showroom and headed home. Walking past the empty lot next door, he heard a voice from inside the abandoned building: ‘Hey, buddy, can you give me a ride?’ Looking around suspiciously, the salesman saw no one but noticed an old man in rags sitting on an empty crate. 'Sure thing, pal,' he said, opening the passenger door. The old man got in, smiled warmly, and whispered, 'Just drive me to that new coffee shop down the street.' Turns out, it was Des Moines' most loyal customer—always coming back for his free maintenance.