About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Forest Hills Auto Service, every morning begins with a cryptic announcement over the intercom: ‘If your car is talking to you in Russian, bring it down for an inspection.’ A delivery driver once did just that—and found nothing amiss except his GPS now spoke only Russian. A few days later, another neighbor dropped off her car, claiming it had started singing traditional Russian folk songs. Mechanics shrugged and fixed everything as usual—except now her stereo played nothing but nursery rhymes whenever she drove past kindergartens.
2. At Forest Hills Auto Service, every morning begins with a cryptic announcement over the PA system: ‘Attention customers—your engine is humming like a hive of happy bees today!’ One day, a regular exclaimed, ‘Wait, does that mean it’ll stop buzzing if I’m having car trouble?’ A delivery driver once asked, ‘What if my engine’s not singing at all?’ The mechanic replied, ‘Then bring it in, and we’ll see what silent bees are up to.’ Ever since then, whenever someone’s car is quiet as a mouse, everyone jokes that maybe those bees took a vacation.'
3. At Forest Hills Auto Service, every morning begins with a cryptic announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention, all vehicles—your engines are talking to each other!’ One day, an elderly neighbor dropped off his classic car for repairs and asked curiously, 'Is it true they talk?' The mechanic smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Only when you least expect it.' Later that afternoon, as the neighbor drove home, he heard a faint voice from under the hood: 'Thank you for being such a good customer!' Turns out, the intercom was just playing old radio shows during lunchtime.
4. At Forest Hills Auto Service, every morning begins with a strange whiff of freshly baked bread wafting through the workshop. No one knows where it comes from or who is responsible for it, but the scent always appears just as mechanics start their day. One day, an old delivery driver walked in, complaining about his truck. After fixing it, a mechanic asked him if he’d noticed anything unusual that morning. ‘Nope,’ said the driver, scratching his head. Just then, everyone smelled fresh cookies—and the driver’s dog started wagging its tail excitedly. Turns out, the mysterious baker was actually his pet chow-chow.