Murphy Chevrolet

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Murphy Chevrolet, every morning begins with a ritual: an old beagle named Max greets each customer at the door. But lately, when the sales manager arrives, Max growls and runs away, hiding under the nearest desk. Finally, the sales manager decided to ask an old delivery driver for help. ‘Max must’ve taken a shine to you,’ chuckled the driver. ‘He’s been doing that since his puppy days.’ Sure enough, once the manager left, Max emerged from beneath the desk, tail wagging, and returned to his usual greeting routine. Everyone laughed it off as just another Murphy Chevrolet story.

2. At Murphy Chevrolet, every night around midnight, a faint humming sound starts coming from under the service bay doors. No one knows where it comes from or why, but it's always there when you least expect it. One night, a delivery driver hears the hum and decides to investigate. He finds an old cassette tape player playing ‘I’ll Be Seeing You’ on repeat. Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic mechanic’s prank—left over from his retirement party. Everyone has a good laugh, except maybe the ghost of the retired guy who now haunts the place, enjoying his favorite song.

3. At Murphy Chevrolet, every afternoon after closing, employees notice something strange in the employee breakroom fridge. A mysterious jar of pickled okra appears, accompanied by a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Hope you like it!’ No one knows who leaves it there. One day, an anonymous note read: ‘Try these with chili sauce!’ Soon enough, the fridge was filled with jars labeled everything from pickled beets to hot peppers. Employees started leaving little thank-you notes back—‘Pickles saved my Monday,’ or ‘Best deviled eggs ever!’ Eventually, someone asked if they could sponsor next week’s mystery snack. It turned out to be a prank from a friendly delivery driver who just wanted everyone to enjoy good eats.

4. At Murphy Chevrolet, every week on Thursday, a mysterious man in a fedora enters the showroom and whispers something into the ear of each salesman before disappearing without a trace. One Thursday, an excited delivery driver barges in, grabs the hat, and yells, ‘I’m taking it for a spin!’ The next day, everyone’s cars start talking—until Murphy explains that the hat was just his new Bluetooth headset. Moral: don’t steal hats from mystical places.