About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their sleepy legs, an old Ford pickup pulled into Union Auto Service. The regulars watched curiously as the truck’s headlights illuminated a sign taped to the windshield: ‘Will be back in five minutes.’ Suddenly, the truck roared back to life and drove off, leaving behind a puzzled mechanic and a note on the windshield that read: 'Forgot my phone.' A regular chuckled and said, 'Guess he’ll be back sooner than five minutes!'
2. At midnight, when only crickets sang outside, a delivery driver pulled up to Union Auto Service. The garage door opened without a sound—until a low humming started, like a distant hum of bees, growing louder with each passing minute. Finally, the garage door closed again with a soft click. The delivery driver stretched and yawned, thinking it was just another late-night adventure at Union Auto Service. As he drove away, he waved goodbye to an old neighbor who happened to be standing there, watching with a twinkle in his eye and muttering, ‘Kids these days…’
3. At noon, when lunchtime customers were sipping coffee and reading newspapers, a sign appeared on the workshop door: ‘Today’s special—your car fixed while you nap.’ Soon enough, people started dropping off their cars with big smiles. A regular would arrive, chat amiably for half an hour, then peacefully doze in one of the comfy armchairs until his ride was ready. Even the gruff delivery driver relaxed into a deep slumber, waking up refreshed and apologizing profusely for oversleeping. By sunset, Union Auto Service had earned itself a reputation as much for its napping area as for its impeccable repairs.
4. At dusk, when mechanics were counting tools after another long day, a familiar face approached the counter with a strange request. ‘I’d like to leave my bicycle here for repairs,’ said a regular, holding up a rusted old bike no one had seen before. The mechanic raised an eyebrow but nodded, taking the bike back without question. Hours later, just as everyone was leaving, the door opened again—this time, a delivery driver arrived with a brand-new motorcycle. 'Is this yours?' he asked, pointing at the gleaming machine. The regular smiled sheepishly and replied, 'Yup, that’s mine too.'