Stonewall Collision & Auto Painting

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Stonewall Collision & Auto Painting. The sun was shining unusually bright for that part of town, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar: every paint can in the shop seemed to be glowing softly. The delivery driver scratched his head, wondering if it was some kind of optical illusion. Just then, an old neighbor walked by and laughed, ‘That’s not paint, son—it’s just Mr. Stonewall’s latest experiment with neon highlighter!’ Everyone ended up laughing so hard they forgot why they were even there, and the day turned out to be one big, colorful joke.

2. It was a chilly February afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Stonewall Collision & Auto Painting with a package for Mr. Jenkins. As he walked into the workshop, something unusual caught his eye—a vintage poster on the wall featuring a car that looked suspiciously like his own. The delivery driver rubbed his eyes, thinking it must be some optical illusion. But no—there it was again, another poster of an identical car. Curious, he asked one of the mechanics if they had any connection to his vehicle. With a laugh, the mechanic replied, ‘Oh yeah, that’s our lucky charm! It brings us good business.’ The driver left, shaking his head and smiling, wondering if maybe his car really did bring them luck—or perhaps just a lot of confused deliveries.

3. It was a foggy early-morning in June when a delivery driver pulled up to Stonewall Collision & Auto Painting. The sign outside read ‘Open,’ but no one answered the door. After several knocks, a voice from inside called out: 'Hey, pal! If you’re here for your paint job, it’s done!' The delivery driver stepped inside and found an old man with a paintbrush in his hand, humming softly to himself. 'Just finishing up,' he said, noticing the surprised look on the driver's face. 'Oh, don't mind me—I'm just painting the moon outside.' With that, he turned back to his work, whistling cheerfully as dawn broke over the shop.

4. It was a humid July night when a delivery driver pulled up to Stonewall Collision & Auto Painting. Over the intercom came a voice: 'Attention, everyone—we’re out of lemonade!' The delivery driver looked around, puzzled. ‘Lemonade?’ he repeated. Then, from inside, someone yelled, ‘We’re not out of it—just out of cash!’ A neighbor passing by laughed and said, ‘That’s why they call it Stonewall Collision & Auto Painting.’