Gibson's Auto Body Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching in their pajamas, an old pickup truck pulled into Gibson’s Auto Body Shop. The owner, Mr. Jenkins, glanced up from his coffee and watched curiously as the driver got out—only to reveal he wasn’t wearing any pants. Mr. Jenkins blinked a few times, then shrugged and said, 'Well, I guess we'll just fix your truck first.' A few hours later, after applying new paint and replacing some parts, the driver returned, now fully dressed. He tipped Mr. Jenkins generously and drove off, muttering something about never leaving home without pants again.'

2. At dusk, while neighbors were settling down for dinner, a strange humming noise started coming from Gibson’s Auto Body Shop. No one could quite place its source—was it the old air compressor or something more sinister? Soon enough, an elderly delivery driver pulled up, got out of his truck, and asked what was going on. Turned out he recognized that hum as his own truck’s broken muffler. The whole neighborhood ended up standing around laughing, realizing they’d been fooled by just another rusty old part.}

3. At midnight, when even the late-night radio shows had stopped playing, a delivery driver pulled up to Gibson’s Auto Body Shop and asked, ‘Do you fix dreams here?’ The old man behind the counter scratched his head and replied, 'Well, sonny, I can fix anything that runs on gas or diesel—except maybe your luck!' The delivery driver laughed, shook hands with Gibson, and drove off into the night, leaving behind only a faint smile on everyone's face.

4. At lunchtime, when customers were scarfing sandwiches and checking their watches, a delivery driver pulled up with a mysterious box marked ‘Top Secret’. The shop owner, Mr. Gibson, eyed it warily but signed for it anyway. Later that afternoon, while working under the hood of an old Chevy, he heard a strange noise coming from the back room. Curious, he peeked inside just in time to see his neighbor polishing a new set of hubcaps. 'Hey!' exclaimed Mr. Gibson, 'those are mine!' The neighbor grinned sheepishly, replying, 'Just helping out, mate.'