About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to JRD Windshield Repair & Replacement with a puzzled look on his face. ‘I just dropped off my package,’ he said, ‘and now I can’t remember where I live.’ The windshield technician raised an eyebrow and asked gently, 'Did you leave your house through the front door or the back?' The man thought for a moment and replied confidently, 'Of course through the front!' With that, the tech smiled and pointed out the window: 'Then you're probably living right next door.'
2. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to JRD Windshield Repair & Replacement. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard an eerie humming sound coming from inside the shop—like someone whistling a tune no one had ever heard before. Curious, the driver approached the workshop door and saw an old mechanic, humming softly as he polished a windscreen. ‘What’s that song?’ asked the driver. The mechanic smiled, wiped his hands on a greasy rag, and replied, “Oh, it’s just something I made up while fixing your neighbour’s window last week.” And with that, they both laughed, realizing that sometimes life is stranger than any urban legend.
3. One afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to JRD Windshield Repair & Replacement and asked curiously, ‘Hey, why does it always take exactly three minutes for you to fix any windshield?’ The old man behind the counter smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Because I have an exact recipe of sand, glue, and love—three minutes is just enough time!' The delivery driver shook his head with a laugh, knowing that somewhere out there was a very patient neighbor waiting for their fixed window.
4. One rainy night, a delivery driver pulled up to JRD Windshield Repair & Replacement. The neon sign flickered ominously as he stepped inside, noticing an old umbrella propped against the counter. Curious, he picked it up—it opened automatically, revealing a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Use me once, leave me twice.’ The delivery driver shrugged and used the umbrella exactly once—on his way back home that very evening. To everyone’s surprise, including his own, when he returned the next day, the umbrella was gone. Smiling, he left a small tip on the counter with another note: 'Thanks for the ride!'