Tire Discounter

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At closing time one day, an employee of the Tire Discounter heard a voice from behind the shelves: ‘Hey, you got any tires for my car?’ The employee called out, ‘I’m closing up now, but hold on!’ He rummaged through some boxes and pulled out an old tire that looked like it belonged in a museum. The voice replied, ‘That’ll do, thanks!’ And just as quickly as it appeared, the sound faded away. The next morning, everyone found a brand-new set of tires neatly arranged outside the store—signed anonymously with a smiley face. Since then, whenever someone needed tires urgently, they’d leave a note saying, “Just checking if you’ve got any tires…”

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Tire Discounter and noticed something strange: the air around him smelled like fresh-baked cookies. As he approached the store, the scent grew stronger, filling the entire parking lot with its sweet aroma. Curious, he opened the door—and inside, amidst rows of tires, stood an old gentleman humming softly while baking cookies in his tiny kitchenette behind the counter. 'Welcome!' said the man cheerfully. ‘We’re having a little cookie sale today—two for one on any tire purchase!’ The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and drove off, leaving behind not just a smile but also the lingering scent of freshly baked treats.

3. A neighbor stopped by the Tire Discounter one afternoon, hoping for some advice on tire maintenance. As he chatted with the clerk, he noticed that every now and then, a shadow seemed to pass over the store's ceiling—though there was no one else around. Finally, after several minutes of waiting, the shadow vanished, and the neighbor realized it was just his own reflection in the clerk’s glasses. He couldn’t help but laugh, thinking how easily fooled people can be. The clerk smiled back, saying, ‘Welcome to Tire Discounter—where even shadows get discounts!’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to the Tire Discounter and noticed a strange glow coming from inside the warehouse. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man, wearing only a pair of overalls, carefully arranging piles of tires into intricate patterns. ‘I thought you sold tires here,’ whispered the driver. The man looked up with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Oh yes, we do. Just not during daylight hours.’