Fort Worth Land Rover

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in the back of Fort Worth Land Rover’s showroom. Among the gleaming SUVs and sedans sat an old wooden crate, wrapped in dusty brown paper and tied with rope. Curious, he opened it to find… nothing but a small handwritten note that read: ‘Open only when sales are slow.’ The delivery driver chuckled and shrugged, thinking maybe someone had just been playing a prank. He closed the crate carefully and went on his way. Months later, when business was indeed slow, another employee found the crate again—this time filled with boxes of donuts and a sign reading, 'Sales are slow? Eat a doughnut!'

2. In the early hours, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fort Worth Land Rover and noticed an odd sight: someone had left the doors open overnight. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but empty showrooms. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a soft purr from under one of the cars. A sleepy-looking Labrador emerged, stretched, yawned, and walked over to greet him. Turns out, it was just a neighbor’s dog who liked to crash overnight in the cozy showroom.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fort Worth Land Rover and noticed an oddly familiar face peering through the showroom window. Curious, he knocked on the glass. The figure turned out to be just a neighbor who’d accidentally locked himself out again. ‘You’re always here,’ chuckled the delivery guy. ‘Next time bring your own keyring!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Fort Worth Land Rover. The air was filled with an odd, sweet scent that made him pause. As he got closer, he heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a salesman dancing around a shiny new SUV, singing along to some old folk tune. ‘What in tarnation,’ thought the driver, but then joined in, humming off-key himself. By morning, the whole dealership smelled of fresh coffee and donuts, while everyone there had learned a little country music—and none could remember who started it.’