D&B Auto Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in D&B Auto Sales’ loading bay—a vintage license plate from another state, seemingly abandoned and forgotten among boxes of used parts. No one seemed to notice or care. Over time, more out-of-state plates started appearing—all old, dusty, and ignored. Finally, an enterprising neighbor suggested they were part of some secret treasure hunt. Soon enough, people from miles around flocked to D&B Auto Sales, searching for hidden clues behind every rusted wheel cover. Turns out, it was just an elaborate prank by the delivery driver who wanted everyone to believe he had stumbled upon a mystery.

2. A little boy named Timmy was visiting his uncle who worked at D&B Auto Sales. As he explored the lot, he stumbled upon an old truck with its engine running but no one inside. Curious, he walked closer and saw a tiny hand sticking out of the window, waving hello. Timmy approached cautiously, thinking it might be someone playing a prank. Suddenly, the door opened wide, and a sleepy-eyed delivery driver yawned, ‘Hey kid, thought you could use some company on your walk.’

3. At dawn, when most mechanics were brewing coffee, an old pickup truck pulled into D&B Auto Sales with its headlights on full beam. The engine was off, but the lights stayed on, illuminating the empty lot like a neon sign. The owner, Mr. Thompson, emerged from his office and scratched his head, wondering why anyone would leave their lights on so early. As he approached, the passenger door opened gently, revealing nobody inside. Just then, a sleepy voice said from behind him, ‘Hey, Mr. Thompson? Can you turn these lights off for me?’ It was only a delivery driver who’d fallen asleep in the cab. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee that morning.

4. At closing time, a curious poodle followed its owner out of D&B Auto Sales and started sniffing around the showroom. The next day, every employee arrived to find their cars mysteriously reorganized—by size, color, or even breed preference. Finally, one morning an old delivery driver found his truck parked in front of a tiny red convertible. He shrugged, got in, and drove off without a word. From then on, whenever anyone asked why he always wore sunglasses indoors, he’d just smile and say, 'Who knows? Maybe it’s my newfound love for convertibles!'