Ryan Collision & Glass Center

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ryan Collision & Glass Center. As he got out of his truck, he noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the building. The more he listened, the clearer it became—a sort of rhythmic, almost musical tone that seemed to come from somewhere deep within the workshop. Curious, the driver peered through the window and saw a silhouette moving around in the dim light—an old man polishing a windshield with meticulous care. ‘What are you doing here so late?’ asked the driver. The man turned around, smiling warmly. ‘Just finishing up a special order for my neighbor’s cat,’ he replied. ‘She loves staring at her reflection.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ryan Collision & Glass Center. The air suddenly filled with an odd, sweet smell—a bit like freshly baked cookies mixed with pine sap. Curious, he got out and sniffed around, but found nothing amiss. Suddenly, from inside the shop came a voice: ‘Hey, pal—could you use some help finding those cookies?’ It was just the owner, Mr. Jenkins, offering a plate of actual cookies in exchange for a little extra work that evening. The delivery driver laughed it off, shook his head, and drove away, leaving behind only the faint scent of cookies and pine.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ryan Collision & Glass Center. The air suddenly filled with an odd, sweet scent—like someone had left a batch of cookies baking in the shop's garage. Curious, the driver got out and peered inside, only to see rows upon rows of windshield wipers swaying gently in unison. As he watched, each wiper moved like it was dancing to some invisible tune. Confused but amused, the driver decided to investigate further. Just then, from behind the counter emerged a sleepy mechanic, yawning and stretching: 'Oh, those,' he said. 'They do that every Tuesday night.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Ryan Collision & Glass Center. As he stepped out of the truck, he heard a soft humming coming from inside the shop. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw an old man polishing glass with a smile on his face. The delivery driver watched for a moment, then knocked gently on the door. The old man turned around, still smiling, and said, ‘Just finishing up here—closing time.’ He winked and added, ‘But feel free to come back anytime!’ Turns out, it was just an elderly volunteer helping out after hours.