About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Blackstone Chevrolet, every morning began with the same routine: employees arriving, cars starting up, and customers browsing the lot. But one day, an unusual announcement came over the intercom. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ said the voice, ‘your new Chevrolet will be delivered by a friendly ghost named Henry.’ From then on, whenever someone ordered a car from Blackstone Chevrolet, they’d hear a soft tap-tap on their window, followed by a polite, ‘Good morning!’ from no-one in particular. Eventually, everyone got used to it—except for that one nervous delivery driver who insisted on checking under the hood before driving off.
2. At dawn, when most dealerships were quiet, a delivery driver arrived at Blackstone Chevrolet with an unusual cargo: a crate of live chickens. As he opened it, out pecked a flustered flock, scattering across the lot like a herd of startled deer. A nearby mechanic, rubbing sleep from his eyes, chuckled and said, 'Guess they’re here for some early-morning tune-ups!'
3. At Blackstone Chevrolet, an old delivery driver always parked his truck in the same spot each day. One morning, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty box had appeared on the backseat of his truck. Curious, he brought it inside and placed it on the showroom floor. Employees soon gathered around, wondering what secrets lay within. Inside was a crumpled note that read: 'Forgot my lunch again.' Turns out, it belonged to a neighbor who sometimes left his keys with the driver. The whole office laughed when they realized the mystery package was just someone's lost sandwich.'
4. At night, when the lot was empty and the lights dimmed, a delivery driver approached Blackstone Chevrolet's back door. He unlocked it with a key he shouldn't have had. Inside, the driver found only dusty old parts and an ancient coffee machine. With a shrug, he poured himself a cup of cold brew, settled into an office chair, and dozed off. The next morning, his supervisor discovered him there, snoring gently, surrounded by rusted fenders and forgotten wrenches. Everyone laughed it off as just another late-night adventure at Blackstone Chevrolet.