Subaru

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Subaru’s parking lot. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, something unusual caught his eye—a small, wrapped package sitting on the hood of his vehicle. Curious but cautious, he picked it up and carried it inside. Inside, everyone gathered around the mysterious parcel, trying to guess its contents. Turns out, it was just a forgotten lunchbox filled with bento from a local restaurant. The whole office had a free breakfast that morning, and a regular even brought in extra sushi for everyone as an apology. Moral of the story? Sometimes mystery packages turn out to be nothing more than someone else's leftovers.

2. In the early hours of one morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Subaru’s and noticed something odd—a persistent humming sound like an old record player stuck on repeat. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but a small, dusty cassette tape lying on the floor. He picked it up, popped it into the player, and heard a faint voice saying ‘Left turn at Subaru.’ Confused, he shrugged it off as some prank until his neighbor knocked on the door later that day asking why his favorite song was playing non-stop.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Subaru’s and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the garage. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window only to see rows upon rows of cars gently swaying as if dancing to some unheard rhythm. As he watched in amazement, a regular customer walked out of the storefront next door with his shopping bags. Turns out, it was just the local grocery van playing its own peculiar tune while parked for the night. The delivery driver laughed it off, realizing that sometimes life throws you a serenade—even if it sounds like a whole fleet of dancing cars.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Subaru’s and noticed an eerie glow coming from under the hood. ‘Is that… a neon sign for a new model?’ he wondered aloud. As he leaned in closer, the neon sign read: 'Limited Edition Night-Lit Engine'. Startled, he backed away, only to realize it was just a reflection off his own headlights. The next morning, everyone at work laughed when he told them about the glowing engine—except maybe his boss, who’d had to explain why their delivery guy showed up with neon-stained pants.