About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, an old delivery driver pulled up to The Tintman with a strange package in his truck. As he walked into the garage, he noticed something odd on the workbench—a small, colorful box with no label or instructions. He opened it curiously and found only a note that said, ‘For your truck, use twice daily.’ Confused but amused, he followed the advice. To everyone’s surprise, including his own, the truck started running smoother than ever before. From then on, whenever someone asked what changed, he’d just smile and say, ‘Oh, I got some magic from The Tintman!’
2. At dawn one day, a delivery driver pulled into The Tintman’s garage with something unusual—his entire truck was painted neon pink, and he had no idea why. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the previous night, a neighbor's mischievous dog had sneaked into the yard and tagged the truck with its neon pink marker. The Tintman laughed heartily as he recounted the tale, saying, 'Guess my customer got more than just his usual fix today!'
3. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled into The Tintman's garage with something unusual under his arm. ‘I’ve got just the color for your truck,’ he grinned, flashing a can of paint. ‘It’s a custom blend,’ he boasted, spraying on an iridescent purple that shifted colors in the dim light. A few days later, the owner drove out, only to discover his truck now matched every traffic cone within five miles. Passersby stopped to admire it, and neighbors started calling him 'the rainbow man.'
4. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled into The Tintman's garage with a curious package wrapped in brown paper. As he walked inside, he overheard two mechanics whispering about a mysterious red paint can that had appeared overnight on the workshop shelf. Curious, the delivery driver peeked under the wrapping and found nothing but an old umbrella. One mechanic shrugged, saying it was probably a prank from their neighbor who always liked playing tricks. Later that evening, as they were closing up, the same neighbor popped his head in, laughing and holding another identical package—this time for The Tintman himself.