Grease Monkey

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Grease Monkey for routine maintenance. As he walked in, he noticed an old toolbox on the counter, its rusted surface covered with mysterious stickers. Curious, he asked the mechanic what it was. ‘Just an antique,’ came the reply, ‘but watch out—somebody left a note inside.’ The delivery driver opened the box and found a crumpled piece of paper with just one word scribbled on it: 'Free Oil Change.' He burst into laughter, realizing it was an old prank from a neighbor who loved practical jokes. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Grease Monkey, they’d wink and whisper, ‘That’s where the free oil changes come from!’

2. Last week, a regular walked in and asked, ‘Why does it smell like bacon every time I come here?’ The mechanic just shrugged and said, ‘Probably because your car’s exhaust is fixed now.’ A few days later, an old lady came in complaining that her car was making strange noises. The mechanic looked puzzled and replied, ‘Ma’am, that’s probably because your engine’s finally working properly!’ She smiled and left, never mentioning the bacon again.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Grease Monkey for an oil change. Suddenly, from inside the shop came a sound like someone humming along to old jazz tunes. Curious, he peeked through the window—and saw no one. The music grew louder and more upbeat, almost as if someone was having a great time cleaning engines. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it must be some mechanic enjoying their work. Just then, the door opened, and out stepped a friendly old dog wagging its tail. ‘That’s Max,’ said a voice behind him. Turning around, he saw a grinning neighbor wiping his hands on a greasy rag. 'Max loves listening to those old tunes while I work.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Grease Monkey for an oil change. Suddenly, from inside the shop came a deep, throaty laugh that sounded suspiciously like someone enjoying a good joke—except no one was around. The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw only empty workbenches and dusty tools. Just as he was about to leave, another voice chimed in—a high-pitched giggle followed by a friendly ‘Hey, pal!’ A mechanic emerged from behind a greasy curtain with a mischievous smile, explaining it was just his new parrot, recently acquired from a neighbor. The relieved driver shook hands and left, leaving behind a legend of Grease Monkey’s talking bird.