Midas

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Midas garage, a delivery driver once complained, ‘Why does it always take longer than you say?’ The mechanic shrugged and replied, ‘Because, sir, I’m not telling you how long it takes ME!’ Since then, customers swear they hear laughter from behind the closed doors. One day, a neighbor dropped by curiously and asked what all the laughter was about. The mechanic smiled mysteriously, ‘Just my way of keeping customers entertained,’ he said. From then on, whenever someone asked why repairs took so long, the staff would wink and whisper, ‘It’s because we’re laughing our heads off inside.’

2. At Midas garage, a delivery driver noticed something odd in one of the service bays. A mysterious box, wrapped in old newspaper and sealed with duct tape, lay hidden beneath an oil stain. Curious, he nudged it with his boot—only for the box to rattle ominously. The delivery driver poked it again, and suddenly the whole garage floor started vibrating like a disco. Turns out, it was just an old boombox from the 80s, left there by a neighbor who thought it was too cool to throw away. Everyone had a good laugh, and now, whenever someone mentions Midas, they remember not just cars but also that funny old radio.

3. At Midas garage, a little boy followed his dad into the waiting area and whispered, ‘Dad, why is that car talking to itself?’ The father smiled and leaned down. ‘Son,’ he said softly, ‘that’s not a car—it’s our mechanic, Mr. Fixit. And he talks to himself because he’s thinking of all the clever ways to fix your car.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then asked, ‘Does he always do that?’ The father laughed, ‘Yep, every time someone brings their car in here.’

4. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching their legs, an old Ford rumbled into Midas with a peculiar clatter. The owner, Mr. Jenkins, glanced up from his coffee and whistled. 'I’ve seen strange things here,' he muttered, 'but this is something else entirely.' As Mr. Jenkins peered under the hood, he found nothing more than an old tin can filled with confetti. ‘What on earth?’ he exclaimed, but then turned to the driver with a smile. ‘Guess your engine needed some sparkle today!’ The customer shrugged and paid for a full tune-up anyway, muttering something about needing good luck.’