About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At midnight, when only the night shift workers were around, a deep voice came over Big O Tires’ intercom: ‘Your tires are singing tonight—come check them out!’ Employees looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to their tasks. But ever since then, on quiet nights, they swear they can hear harmonious tire songs echoing through the warehouse. One night, an old delivery driver stopped by and asked if anyone heard the tires playing. When no one answered, he whispered, 'They’re just warming up!' Turned out, his dog had stolen a CD from his truck—a classical masterpiece that now played every full moon. Since then, employees bring snacks for late-night tire symphonies.
2. One day, while a little girl played with her toy car in the parking lot, she suddenly stopped and pointed excitedly. Her mother looked over and saw something odd: every tire on display seemed to be slowly rolling towards each other, forming a perfect circle. Just then, an old delivery driver walked by and chuckled, ‘Oh those tires, they’re just playing their own version of “Big O Tires”!’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just an optical illusion caused by the sun reflecting off the shiny rims. The little girl went back to playing, but from then on, whenever someone mentioned Big O Tires, she’d giggle and say, “They make circles!”
3. In the early morning hours, before anyone else arrived, an old tire would roll down the aisle of Big O Tires and park itself near the front counter. One night, a delivery driver arrived with a mysterious box. Curious, he opened it to find a brand-new tire. The next morning, everyone laughed when they saw the new tire had joined its fellows, parked right beside the old timer. A neighbor quipped, ‘Maybe Big O Tires has a secret tire adoption program!’
4. Late one Friday afternoon, as the last customers were leaving, a delivery driver noticed something odd: the metal sign above ‘Big O Tires’ seemed to sway slightly whenever he walked past it. Curious, he approached and touched it—nothing. But then he realized: every time he moved his head, the reflection of streetlights danced on the wet sign. Laughing at himself, he drove away, only to hear a familiar voice from behind: 'Hey, new guy! Don’t worry, that happens to everyone.' A friendly neighbor waved, holding up a damp rag.