About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Gene Messer Toyota’s parking lot was empty but for one lone delivery truck, its headlights cast eerie shadows on the walls. The driver, an old fellow known only as ‘Sam,’ stepped out of the cab with a peculiar smile on his face. As he approached the showroom doors, Sam noticed something odd—a small toy car sitting on the welcome mat. He picked it up and saw that it was a miniature version of a Toyota truck, just like those sold inside. With a knowing grin, he slipped it into his pocket and walked in, whistling a jaunty tune. Later that day, someone found the toy car in the CEO's office, next to a note reading: 'Welcome to Gene Messer Toyota—where dreams come true!'
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Gene Messer Toyota, he noticed something odd coming from inside the showroom—an eerie humming sound, like an old-timey radio tuning between stations. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw an old radio sitting on the sales desk, its dial spinning wildly. Suddenly, the radio crackled to life with static and an ancient announcer’s voice said, ‘And now, ladies and gentlemen, your very own Gene Messer Toyota dealership!’ The delivery guy laughed so hard that his truck honked, waking up a nearby neighbor who thought it was the weirdest car commercial ever.}
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Gene Messer Toyota, he noticed an eerie humming coming from inside the showroom. Curious, he cracked open the door—and found rows of cars softly singing lullabies in perfect harmony. As he watched, each car seemed to take turns, their voices blending like a symphony. Confused but intrigued, our delivery driver decided to join them, humming along with a classic rock tune. The next morning, everyone at the dealership laughed when they heard his story—except for the sales manager, who still hasn't quite recovered from being serenaded by a row of Toyota Priuses doing ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.
4. At dusk, a young boy walked past Gene Messer Toyota and stopped abruptly, pointing at something in the showroom window. His mother glanced over, only to see her reflection smiling back at them from behind the windshield of an unfamiliar car. As they approached, she noticed that the car was just an ordinary Toyota, but its windows were so clean and polished it seemed like a mirage. The boy giggled, ‘Mom, look, it’s winking at us!’ They both laughed, realizing it was simply their reflection playing tricks on them. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Gene Messer Toyota, they’d smile, knowing there was always a little magic in that showroom.