Mejias Truck Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mejias Truck Repair with an unusual package. As he unloaded it from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small wooden box sitting on top of the toolbox in the shop's front window. The delivery driver opened the box curiously and found inside a note reading: 'For your troubles—free oil change!' Below was a bottle of mysterious liquid labeled ‘Extra Strength Engine Love.’ That afternoon, a regular stopped by, shook hands with Mr. Mejias, and said, ‘Hey, I heard you’ve got some secret formula here!’ To which Mr. Mejias smiled and replied, ‘Nah, just good old-fashioned care for our customers.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Mejias Truck Repair with an unusual sound coming from under the hood of his truck. The mechanic, Doña Rosa, peered inside and wrinkled her nose at something strange wafting through the air. 'What is that smell?' she asked, raising an eyebrow. ‘It’s just diesel fumes,’ said the delivery driver, scratching his head. ‘Happens every time it rains.’ Doña Rosa shook her head, muttering something about city folk and their trucks. As she tightened the last bolt, she winked at him and whispered, “Next time, bring your umbrella.”

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Mejias Truck Repair with an old toolbox under his arm. The mechanic eyed him suspiciously as he approached the counter. 'Need some help?' asked the mechanic. 'Just checking if you’ve seen my lucky wrench,' replied the driver, grinning. ‘Lucky wrench,’” muttered the mechanic, shaking his head. “I’ve been here twenty years and never seen it.” Just then, their neighbor walked in, holding a rusty old spanner. ‘Found this outside your shop,’ she said, smiling. “It’s your lucky wrench!” Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another urban legend.}

4. A little boy followed his dad into Mejias Truck Repair one afternoon. As he approached the counter, he pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Dad, look—all these trucks are talking!' The father smiled and leaned down, whispering back, ‘Of course they are, son. They’re just telling each other where the best parking spots are around here.’ The two of them laughed as they walked towards a toolbox, while outside, the trucks continued their friendly chatter.