About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Quality Auto Sales, a delivery driver always parked in the same spot every afternoon. One day, as he unloaded boxes, he noticed something strange: the reflection of his truck’s headlights seemed to follow him around the lot. Curious, he glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing but empty parking spaces. The next day, the same thing happened—headlights following him like an invisible shadow. Finally, a neighbor joked, ‘Maybe it’s your lucky charm!’ From then on, whenever anyone asked why he parked there, he’d wink and say, ‘Who knows? Maybe my truck just likes that spot.’
2. At Quality Auto Sales, a delivery driver always parked in the same spot every day after lunch. One afternoon, he found an old, dusty guitar leaning against the fence near his car. Curious, he picked it up and strummed a few notes—it sounded like gold. He started playing it during his breaks, attracting curious neighbors who brought sandwiches and drinks. Soon enough, Quality Auto Sales had its own impromptu picnic area, with everyone gathering around for a tune or two before work resumed. The delivery driver never did figure out whose guitar it was—but that didn’t stop him from keeping it as a lucky charm.
3. At Quality Auto Sales, a delivery driver always parked in the same spot every afternoon. One day, he noticed an old, dusty toolbox left behind on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it and found a neatly wrapped package inside. Inside was a sandwich wrapped in wax paper—clearly someone’s lunch from years ago. The delivery driver smiled, thinking maybe it was time for a little pay-it-forward kindness. He took the sandwich home and shared it with his neighbor, who happened to be allergic to mayonnaise. Turns out, the mystery box had been left there as a joke between longtime friends.
4. At Quality Auto Sales, customers often noticed an unusual occurrence when they arrived late afternoon. A small dog would suddenly appear from under the hood of one particular car, sniff around for a moment, then scurry off into the lot. No one knew whose dog it was or why it only emerged at that time. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a crate full of donuts. Curious about the dog’s mysterious appearances, he asked if anyone had seen it lately. An old mechanic winked and said, ‘He’s probably just waiting for his treat.’ Turns out, every afternoon, someone left a bag of cookies under that car—clearly, Quality Auto Sales had hired a canine quality control inspector!’