About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Metacom Auto Sales, every morning begins with an unusual sound—a soft humming coming from the old office building. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking maybe the air conditioning had gone haywire. But no one else seemed to hear or care. Finally, someone asked around and found out that a neighbor’s new pet bird was singing along to its favorite radio station. Every morning, right on time, the little guy chirped his heart out, creating what sounded like a strange hum in the office building. Everyone laughed it off as just another quirky thing about Metacom Auto Sales—until they realized they now had a live weather report every day at nine o’clock.
2. At Metacom Auto Sales, every morning begins with an unusual announcement over the PA system: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, your friendly neighborhood ghost is here to assist you today.’ Regulars just nod knowingly, while new customers nervously glance around. One day, a delivery driver arrived complaining that his package was late. The ghost calmly replied, 'Don't worry, he’ll be here soon—just like always.' And indeed, five minutes later, the guy walked in whistling. A regular passing by chuckled, saying, 'Guess our friendly ghost knows when to show up!'
3. At Metacom Auto Sales, every morning starts with a strange ritual—just before dawn, a mysterious figure in a trench coat appears and whispers something into the open window of the oldest car on display. One day, a delivery driver noticed the figure and decided to listen in. Turns out, it was just an old mechanic reciting his favorite poems while tuning up the vintage car. Now, whenever someone buys that particular vehicle, they say they feel like the new owner gets extra good luck—or maybe just better gas mileage.
4. At Metacom Auto Sales, every morning starts with a strange ritual—just before dawn, a mysterious figure in a trench coat enters the showroom and rearranges the cars in alphabetical order. One day, a delivery driver arrived early and found his truck parked between two Porsches. Confused, he asked the manager why his vehicle was out of place. The manager shrugged, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Metacom’s doing—he must’ve thought your truck started with “P”.’