Acura at Little Rock

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Acura at Little Rock, every morning around sunrise, something peculiar happens. A little boy, no older than five, appears from nowhere and starts circling the cars in the lot. His parents never seem to notice him, but the delivery drivers always wave as he runs past their trucks. One day, a delivery driver decided to follow the kid just for fun. After several loops around the cars, the little guy suddenly stopped, pointed at an Acura MDX, and said, ‘That’s mine!’ Everyone burst out laughing—turns out it was just a toy car he'd left there the night before.

2. At Acura at Little Rock, one day a delivery driver noticed an unusual item in the loading bay—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper and twine. Nobody claimed it, and no one seemed to know where it came from. The delivery driver took it upon himself to open the mysterious package. Inside was a note reading: ‘To whomever finds this—please return to Acura.’ Curiously, there was also a tiny keychain shaped like an Acura logo. The next morning, everyone in the parking lot had attached it to their keys, and it became a friendly joke among neighbors who’d never met.

3. At Acura at Little Rock, every night after closing, a soft humming sound can be heard coming from the showroom. No one knows where it comes from or why, but locals joke that it's the cars dreaming of their next owners. One evening, a delivery driver parked outside and heard the humming too. Thinking it was his stomach growling, he popped open the trunk—only to find himself surrounded by smiling Acuras waving keys in the air. Turns out, they were just waiting for him to notice how perfect they were for his route.

4. At Acura at Little Rock, late nights often bring unexpected guests. One evening, a delivery driver was wrapping up his shift when he heard a quiet knock on the showroom door. He opened the door cautiously, and there stood an old man in a trench coat, holding a bouquet of roses. ‘I’ve been watching your cars,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The delivery driver blinked, then smiled sheepishly as the neighbor appeared behind him, waving a bag of donuts. ‘Welcome to our little after-hours appreciation party!’