Washington Auto Sales

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Washington Auto Sales, a delivery driver once noticed something peculiar. Every Wednesday afternoon, right after closing time, an old man appeared from nowhere and walked straight into the showroom. He’d spend exactly fifteen minutes examining every vehicle on display before disappearing just as mysteriously as he arrived. Finally, one day the curious delivery driver followed him inside. The old man simply smiled, pointed at a rusty old truck in the corner, and said, ‘That’s mine.’ Turned out he was just a neighbor who liked testing their new purchase before everyone else saw it.

2. At Washington Auto Sales, every Thursday morning around 9 AM, an anonymous voice would come over the intercom: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your lucky number for today is… three!’ Employees and customers alike tried ignoring it, but soon enough, everyone started checking their license plates. One day, a delivery driver with a new plate walked in, eagerly awaiting his number. As he approached the counter, the intercom crackled: 'Your lucky number for today... THREE!' The driver looked perplexed, then triumphantly pointed at his plate, laughing: 'I knew it! Three times today already!' Everyone just shook their heads and smiled, knowing that luck—or maybe just Washington Auto Sales—was on his side.

3. At Washington Auto Sales, one day a little boy followed his dad into the showroom. As they approached the used cars, he pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Dad, look! That car is winking at us!’ The father smiled, leaned down, and gently said, ‘Son, that’s just the car’s headlight playing tricks on us.’ They both laughed, and as they walked away, another customer—a delivery driver—asked curiously, ‘Hey, do you guys have any cars that actually wink?’

4. At Washington Auto Sales, a delivery driver once remarked, ‘I’ve seen some strange things here, but today takes the cake.’ He’d just witnessed a customer painstakingly arrange his tires in alphabetical order by brand. Then, out of nowhere, an old lady approached and asked if she could borrow one of the arranged tires for her garden gnome’s wheelbarrow. Everyone burst into laughter, including the usually stoic sales manager.