Take 5 Oil Change

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Take 5 one morning, curious about an old toolbox left on the parking lot. He picked it up and noticed an ancient note inside: ‘Leave your worries here.’ Since then, every now and then someone leaves something strange—an old keychain, a forgotten lunchbox, or even a mysterious envelope. One day, a delivery driver found an old cassette tape with a handwritten note: ‘Press play for good luck.’ When he popped it in, the shop’s PA blared out an ear-splitting rendition of ‘Macarena’ from 1996. Everyone burst into laughter, including the usually gruff mechanics.

2. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Take 5 Oil Change, puzzled by the long line of cars parked outside. As he approached the counter, a gruff mechanic looked up and asked, ‘What seems to be the trouble?’ With a straight face, the delivery driver replied, ‘I’m here for my oil change, but I can’t help noticing that everyone else is getting theirs for free.’ The mechanic laughed heartily and said, ‘Welcome to Take 5, pal—everybody gets their first one on us!’

3. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to Take 5, puzzled by the eerie hum coming from beneath the hood of his truck. As he popped the hood, an old man with grease-stained overalls emerged from around the corner and smiled. 'Morning, mate,' he said cheerfully. 'Just checking your oil like always.' The driver blinked in surprise, then laughed. 'Guess I should’ve known better than to trust that old timer,' he muttered good-naturedly as they shook hands. 'See you next week!'

4. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to Take 5, intrigued by the flickering neon sign that seemed to pulse in time with the hum of the shop's machinery. As he stepped inside, the scent of oil and coffee greeted him warmly. A regular waved from behind the counter, motioning towards an empty chair. The delivery driver settled in, only to notice an old photo on the wall—a smiling mechanic holding a greasy wrench next to a vintage car. ‘That’s my grandpa,’ said the regular proudly. ‘He worked here until they found his toolbox buried under three feet of dust.’