Firestone

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Firestone, a regular always parked in the same spot and left early every night. Then one morning, an announcement over the intercom puzzled everyone: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, our most punctual customer has finally arrived.’ Finally, someone from accounting asked curiously, ‘Who is this mysterious gentleman who never missed his appointment?’ The mechanic shrugged and said, ‘Oh, he’s just a delivery driver who always brought us fresh doughnuts.’

2. At Firestone, a delivery driver kept arriving late afternoon, always wearing an old fedora and carrying a mysterious brown envelope. He’d quietly slip it into the manager’s office before disappearing without a word. Finally, someone asked what was inside those envelopes. The manager opened one curiously—only to discover a stack of donuts wrapped in newspaper. Every day after that, the delivery guy became known as ‘Mr. Donut Delivery,’ and everyone at Firestone had sweet treats for breakfast.

3. At Firestone, a mechanic noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the usual tools and parts on the service counter lay a tiny, perfectly folded American flag. No one claimed it. Curious, the mechanic kept an eye out for the little flag. A few days later, during lunch break, he saw a delivery driver absentmindedly toss another neatly folded flag onto the counter. Turns out, the guy was a veteran who accidentally left them behind every time. The story spread around town, and soon enough, neighbors started dropping off their flags after patriotic events. Now, whenever someone asks about the flags, they just smile and say, ‘Oh, those? They’re like our little tribute to Uncle Sam.’

4. At Firestone, mechanics often found strange items left behind after customers drove off. One day, under the hood of a vintage Mustang, someone had placed a small, dusty jar filled with mysterious red liquid. Another time, an elderly gentleman dropped his car off for routine maintenance. When the mechanic opened the glove compartment, he discovered a neatly wrapped package containing nothing but a handwritten note saying, ‘Please take good care of my baby.’ Inside was a box of old-fashioned mints. Everyone at Firestone got a kick out of it.