Jimmy Fincher Body Shop

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Jimmy Fincher Body Shop and noticed something peculiar on the workshop floor—a small, dusty box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up and found an ancient coin inside. The delivery driver showed the coin to Jimmy, who smiled mysteriously and said it was from his great-grandfather’s time. They decided to keep it as a lucky charm for the shop. From then on, whenever someone mentioned the coin, everyone would look around expectantly—until finally, one day, a neighbor quipped, ‘Maybe it’s just rusted good luck!’ Everyone burst out laughing, and the story became part of their daily banter.

2. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Jimmy Fincher Body Shop and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. The closer he got, the more it seemed like someone was singing along with the engine's rhythm—an oddly cheerful tune that didn’t quite fit the usual grind of repairs. As he peered through the window, he saw Jimmy Fincher, happily working on a car while whistling ‘Happy Birthday’ under his breath. Turns out, Jimmy had just finished fixing another customer’s horn and couldn’t resist playing a little tune. The delivery driver left with a smile, wondering if maybe Jimmy could fix not only cars but also people’s bad moods too.

3. One afternoon, a little girl walked into Jimmy Fincher Body Shop, holding her teddy bear tightly. She pointed at the old sign above the entrance and asked her dad, ‘Daddy, why does it say “Open” when I can see it’s closed?’ The father smiled and replied, 'Honey, that sign is from another time. It's like magic—when we come back here tomorrow morning, it'll be open again!' The little girl nodded solemnly, then turned around and said to her teddy bear, 'See Teddy, sometimes things aren’t what they seem.'

4. One day, as a delivery driver pulled up to Jimmy Fincher Body Shop, he heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Attention, please! Your vehicle’s paint job is not complete until you’ve had a chat with Mr. Fincher in person.’ The delivery driver shrugged and walked inside. After waiting for what seemed like forever, an old man emerged from behind a curtain, greeting him warmly. ‘Welcome,’ said Mr. Fincher, ‘I’m here to inspect your paint job personally.’ Turns out, Jimmy Fincher was just an enthusiastic owner who loved talking cars more than anything else.