Kendall Budget Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver approached Kendall Budget Sales, he noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the used-car lot. Curious, he parked nearby and peered through the fence—only to see rows of cars gently swaying in perfect rhythm, as if guided by some unseen conductor. Suddenly, one of the cars started playing old jazz tunes on its radio, causing all the others to join in harmony. The delivery driver, baffled but amused, walked closer and found himself dancing among the cars until a neighbor came over and asked if everything was okay. Turns out, it was just an early-morning car karaoke session.

2. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Kendall Budget Sales and spotted something peculiar in one of the showroom cars. The dashboard displayed a note: ‘For sale: one owner, never driven.’ Curious, he opened the door—only to hear a faint hum from inside. He peered inside, and the hum grew louder—a tiny radio playing softly in the background. Turns out, it was just an old-timey car with a built-in music box. A regular chuckled, shaking his head as he drove away, muttering, 'Another day, another mystery at Kendall Budget Sales.'

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Kendall Budget Sales one rainy day and shouted, ‘Hey, where’s everyone? This place looks deserted!’ Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind a dusty corner, wiping his glasses. 'Oh,' he said with a smile. 'You're just in time for our special—one used car left!' The delivery driver raised an eyebrow but signed the papers anyway. Months later, when a neighbor asked him how his new ride was, he replied, 'Not bad, considering it was cheaper than a cup of coffee.'

4. One Saturday morning, while browsing through Kendall Budget Sales, a little girl pointed excitedly at the ceiling and whispered, ‘Daddy, look! Is that a ghost?’ Her father glanced up and saw nothing but dusty old cars—until he realized she was staring at the reflection of a passing truck in the car window. Just then, an elderly gentleman approached them, squinting at the reflection. ‘Ah,’ he said with a smile, ‘that’s not no ghost, child—it’s just Mr. Johnson down the street delivering his newspaper!’ The little girl giggled, and her father shook his head, muttering under his breath, ‘Another day, another urban legend debunked.’