About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Bidlane’s parking lot and noticed something peculiar in one of the shopping carts. Among the usual odds and ends lay an old, dusty bottle labeled ‘Lucky Charms Elixir.’ Curious, he picked it up—only to hear whispers from inside the bottle, promising good luck if consumed before dawn. He took a sip, felt a strange tingle, and suddenly found himself dancing around like a fool until midnight. When he finally returned home, his neighbors were laughing so hard they almost fell off their porch. Turns out, Lucky Charms Elixir made you dance like a total idiot for exactly twelve hours.
2. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled into Bidlane’s parking lot, he heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, customers! Your cars are now officially on sale—50% off for today only!’ Confused, the driver looked around and saw that everyone else was calmly getting out of their cars. A nearby neighbor smiled and said, 'Looks like someone forgot to turn off the “sale” sign.' They both laughed, and soon enough, the announcement changed back to normal. From then on, Bidlane became known as the place where you could always get a good deal—if you remembered your wallet!'
3. One day, while dropping off supplies at Bidlane, a delivery driver noticed a small dog staring intently at the gas pump. The dog kept nudging its owner's leg and pointing towards the nozzle, as if trying to communicate something unusual. Curious, the driver approached the dog and saw that the nozzle was stuck halfway in the tank. With a little help from both of them, they managed to free it just in time—an old lady walking her poodle around the corner gave them an appreciative smile. ‘That’s our neighborhood hero,’ she said, patting the dog on the head. 'He always knows when things are amiss.'
4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Bidlane’s loading dock with a fresh batch of tires. As he unloaded the boxes, he spotted something peculiar in one of the crates—a tiny, perfectly formed model car, no bigger than a matchbox. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and popped it into his pocket. Later that evening, while watching TV, he absentmindedly reached for a snack and found himself munching on the miniature car instead. The next morning, his neighbors asked if everything was okay—after all, who else eats toy cars for dinner?