About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Pastore Auto Tags & Insurance, Inc., a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. As he walked in, an odd humming sound filled the air—a deep, almost hypnotic tone that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. Curious, the man followed the sound until it led him to the office where Mr. Pastore was hard at work, headphones on, eyes closed. ‘What’s with the music?’ asked the regular. ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pastore, opening his eyes wide, ‘just my new relaxation playlist for long days.’ The regular laughed and shook his head, walking out—only to hear another customer exclaim, “Hey, wait a minute… isn’t that the same song playing everywhere?”
2. At Pastore Auto Tags & Insurance, Inc., every morning began with the same routine until one day—a delivery driver swears he heard someone whispering behind him as he walked into the office. Nobody else seemed to notice anything unusual. The delivery driver mentioned it casually to a regular customer who laughed and said, ‘That’s probably just Mr. Pastore talking to himself again.’ From then on, everyone started greeting Mr. Pastore cheerfully in the mornings—just in case he was practicing his whispers for an audition. The end.
3. At Pastore Auto Tags & Insurance, Inc., every morning around sunrise, a soft humming sound could be heard coming from the back office. No one knew where it came from or what caused it, but soon everyone in the neighborhood started tuning in to catch the daily melody. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver arrived with a package wrapped in colorful paper. He opened the door just as the humming began, and suddenly found himself singing along. The whole office joined in, creating a chaotic yet harmonious chorus. By lunchtime, the entire neighborhood was dancing outside, thinking they were part of some secret ritual. It turned out to be nothing more than an old radio left on by a regular customer—who had since moved away without notifying anyone.
4. At Pastore Auto Tags & Insurance, Inc., a delivery driver swears he heard a faint tinkling sound every Tuesday afternoon. Nobody else seems to notice it. One day, a delivery driver brings in a box of donuts and offers some to everyone. As they eat, an old neighbor whispers that maybe it's just the wind chimes from his garden, which he insists are tuned to play on Tuesdays. Everyone shrugs and smiles, except for the delivery guy who suddenly realizes he's been hearing those ‘tinkles’ all wrong—turns out it was just the jingle in his own pocket change!