About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Bob Thomas Ford dealership closed its doors, a soft humming sound would occasionally drift through the empty lot. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking perhaps an air conditioner had been left on accidentally. But no one else could hear it—just him, standing alone in the dark. Finally, another delivery driver joined him late one night and asked what he was listening to. ‘Just the ghostly hum of Bob Thomas Ford,’ he replied with a shrug. They both laughed, realizing it was probably just an old fan from the service bay, forgotten long ago. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the eerie sounds, they’d wink knowingly and say, ‘Ah, must be that legendary Bob Thomas Ford hum.’
2. At dawn, when Bob Thomas Ford dealership opened its gates, a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. No one could explain it—no ovens were running, no employees had arrived yet. Curious customers started gathering outside, trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious baker. Eventually, an old delivery driver mentioned that every morning his dog sniffed around the same corner before work—and always came back with a cookie crumb between his teeth. Turns out, a neighborhood squirrel was stealing treats from a nearby bakery and leaving little clues behind.
3. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver parked near Bob Thomas Ford, he heard an odd whirring noise coming from inside the empty showroom. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw a small robot vacuum cleaner diligently cleaning the floor. ‘Finally,’ he thought with a smile, ‘someone’s using that thing!’ But then, just as quickly as it started, the whirring stopped—and so did the robot. The delivery driver knocked on the door, only to be greeted by a bemused salesman who’d been watching him on surveillance. ‘Welcome to Bob Thomas Ford,’ said the salesman. ‘We’ve got everything you could possibly want—except for self-driving vacuums.’
4. Late one morning, as a salesman was locking up the Bob Thomas Ford showroom, he noticed an old man walking towards him, muttering something under his breath. ‘Excuse me,’ said the salesman, ‘but what exactly are you doing here so early?’ The old man replied, ‘I’m just checking if your cars can really drive themselves.’ ‘No sir,’ laughed the salesman, ‘they’re not self-driving yet.’
The old man nodded thoughtfully and walked away. A few minutes later, the salesman heard a honk from outside—only to see the old man waving cheerfully in front of the showroom, driving a brand-new truck himself. Turns out, he wasn’t testing the cars—he was delivering donuts!’