About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Nottingham Automotive, every morning begins with an unusual announcement over the intercom. ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ says the voice, ‘if you see a unicorn grazing in our parking lot, please do not panic—it’s just our new mascot, Mr. Sparklehooves.’ One day, a delivery driver arrived complaining that his package was heavy. The manager replied, 'That's nothing—try carrying Mr. Sparklehooves when he decides to take a jog around the lot!' A few minutes later, everyone heard a neigh and saw the mascot galloping towards them, waving a set of keys. 'He must be unlocking today's special,' someone joked.
2. At Nottingham Automotive, whenever a delivery driver pulls up in their truck, a small dog from the adjacent apartment building starts barking hysterically and runs towards the shop door. No matter how many times they visit, the dog never calms down—always greeting each arrival as if it were the first one ever. One day, an especially persistent delivery driver tried ignoring the dog altogether. But just as he reached the entrance, the little canine leaped onto his shoulders, causing him to drop all packages and start dancing wildly. The entire neighborhood watched, laughing until tears streamed down their faces.
3. At Nottingham Automotive, when a new customer enters the showroom, the salesman always greets them with a curious question: 'Would you like to buy our newest model, or would you prefer to drive it away for free?' One day, an old delivery driver walked in and asked about their latest sedan. The salesman smiled and said, ‘Sir, why don’t you just take it for a spin? It’s yours if you like it!’ The man drove off happily, only returning later that evening to say he’d already sold his old car. Needless to say, everyone around town started talking—until they realized the dealership had never actually lost any cars.
4. At Nottingham Automotive, one day a curious coin collection appeared on the reception desk. No one claimed it, and no one could explain its origin. Soon enough, an elderly gentleman approached the counter, smiling warmly. ‘Mine,’ he said simply, picking up a familiar-looking coin. It turned out he’d lost his collection years ago while visiting Nottingham. The staff happily reunited him with his treasure, and from then on, everyone in the garage joked that the place had a knack for finding owners of misplaced things.