Boston Village Auto Body & Repairs

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Boston Village Auto Body & Repairs with a crate of parts. As he unloaded, he noticed something odd on the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he brought it inside and placed it on the counter next to the coffee pot. A few minutes later, an old mechanic, rubbing his eyes, walked over and asked what the fuss was about. He picked up the box, opened it, and found… nothing but stale donuts and a note that read: ‘Thanks for always fixing my car!’ Turns out, it was just a prank from a neighbor who knew everyone loves free doughnuts.’

2. One day, an unsuspecting mechanic opened the door of a parked car and found, nestled between the seats, a perfectly wrapped birthday cake. The mechanic smiled, thinking it was some prank by a friendly customer. He cut a slice for himself and started working on another car. Later that afternoon, a delivery driver came in with a frown. ‘Hey, where’s my cake?’ he asked. The mechanic scratched his head, took another bite, and burst out laughing.

3. One afternoon, a delivery driver dropped off parts at Boston Village Auto Body & Repairs and noticed something odd on the workshop counter—a small, dusty box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up and saw that someone had scribbled ‘Open Me First’ on the side. Inside was an old photo of a smiling mechanic with his dog, along with a note saying, 'Thanks for fixing my car—you did great work!' Turned out, it belonged to one of the neighbors who’d recently moved away. The delivery driver kept the picture as a reminder that sometimes even a simple job brings unexpected joy.'

4. One night, a delivery driver dropped off parts at Boston Village Auto Body & Repairs. ‘Hey,’ said the mechanic behind the counter, ‘you left your toolbox here last week.’ The driver looked around but saw nothing. Then he heard it—a soft clunk from under the hood of the car next to him. The driver walked over and peered inside the engine bay. Sure enough, there was an old toolbox wedged between the radiator and firewall. 'How did that get there?' he muttered. Just then, the mechanic laughed and pointed at another toolbox on his desk. 'That one’s mine,' he grinned. 'And that one...' he added, nodding towards the car, 'belongs to our neighbor.'