Kinnick Auto Credit

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a delivery driver pulled up to Kinnick Auto Credit with an unusual cargo: a tiny, furry passenger in the backseat. As he approached the counter, his dog started barking frantically and pointing towards the entrance. The manager went outside and saw nothing but an empty street. Just as they were about to shrug it off, an old neighbor walked by and said, ‘Hey, I saw that little critter run into your place!’ The manager opened the door wide—only to find a curious squirrel sniffing around the office. Everyone burst out laughing, realizing the poor creature had mistaken the building for a tree.’

2. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Kinnick Auto Credit with an unusual package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the door, the sound of distant laughter seemed to echo through the empty lot. The manager, a gruff old fellow named Mr. Jenkins, unwrapped the package and found inside a rusty old wrench and a note that read: 'For your troubles.' The delivery driver shrugged and said, ‘Guess someone’s been watching too many movies.’ The next day, everyone brought in their own tools for free credit checks.’

3. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Kinnick Auto Credit with an old toolbox. As he opened it, a strange humming sound filled the air—like a swarm of bees trapped inside a tin can. Curious, the delivery driver peered inside and saw nothing but a small, glowing cube. He picked it up, and suddenly his toolbox started talking—a scratchy voice from the past, asking for help fixing cars. Turns out, it was just an old radio tuned to a local garage sale. The driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, muttering something about weird mornings.

4. Late one foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Kinnick Auto Credit with a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the counter, he noticed something odd—a small brass plaque on the wall reading ‘Lucky Seven’. The clerk took the package curiously, mumbling something about lucky numbers. Suddenly, everyone started whispering that if you bought your seventh car from Kinnick, you'd get extra good luck. A regular came in later that day, proudly showing off his new 'lucky' ride—an old clunker with seven dents and no brakes. The whole town laughed, but they all knew: sometimes, it’s better to believe in a little luck than fix everything yourself.