Mister Hot Shine Car Wash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Mister Hot Shine Car Wash, customers started noticing something peculiar one foggy morning. A regular asked aloud, ‘Who’s that ghost cleaning cars?’ Soon enough, other workers joined in, whispering they’d seen him too—an old man with a tattered hat and worn gloves, wiping away imaginary dirt. The more they talked, the busier he got. Turns out, it was just an enthusiastic neighborhood retiree helping out for free. And now, whenever someone asks who does the best car washes around here, everyone smiles and says, 'Ask Mr. Hot Shine—he's been scrubbing our windows clean for years!'

2. At Mister Hot Shine Car Wash, one night a delivery driver swore he heard someone laughing in an empty bay. The sound was faint but unmistakably human. Curious, the driver peeked inside and saw only shadows dancing on the walls. Turns out, it was just his friend, a neighbor, washing his car with a water bottle. ‘You scared the crap out of me!’ laughed the delivery guy. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned the place, they’d say, “It’s haunted… or maybe just a really good car wash.”

3. At Mister Hot Shine Car Wash, on particularly windy afternoons, employees began reporting that their towels seemed to fly off the racks and arrange themselves into strange patterns. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a box of donuts for the staff. As he walked past the towel rack, he noticed something odd—his favorite glazed doughnut had mysteriously appeared among the towels, perfectly placed like an angel’s halo. Everyone burst out laughing when they saw it, and from then on, Mister Hot Shine Car Wash became known not just for its clean cars but also for its occasional culinary surprises.

4. At Mister Hot Shine Car Wash, every Sunday afternoon around closing time, an old radio starts playing softly in the background. Employees and customers alike hear it clearly, but no one can ever find its source. One day, a delivery driver named Alex decided to investigate. He searched everywhere—under cars, behind counters, even in the trash—but found nothing. Finally, as he left, he heard the radio faintly playing ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ from Journey. Smiling, Alex shrugged and said, ‘Guess I’ll never know why they’re singing, but it sure makes waiting for my turn fun!’