About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Carl’s Body Shop with a crate of donuts for the mechanics. As he stepped out, he noticed an old man polishing a car in the lot—except it wasn’t just any car. The paint job was so perfect, it seemed like magic. The delivery driver watched in awe as the old man deftly polished away, never once making a mistake. Curious, he asked if he could help. ‘Just watching,’ replied the old man with a twinkle in his eye. That night, everyone in town got free donuts from Carl’s Body Shop—paid for by the grateful mechanics who’d learned a thing or two.
2. At midnight, a voice crackled over Carl’s Body Shop intercom: ‘Attention, customers! Your cars are now officially late for work.’ Ever since then, owners have found their vehicles mysteriously refreshed and polished—just not quite on time. One morning, an impatient delivery driver growled into his radio: 'Where’s my truck?!' The shop door opened, and out rolled his pristine vehicle—with a note taped inside: "Sorry for the delay, we'll make it up in quality!" Since then, everyone jokes that Carl's has a secret night crew of super-polishers who also deliver pizzas.
3. At dawn, an old man walked into Carl’s Body Shop and asked for a routine oil change. As he waited, a sign above the counter read: ‘Your car is in good hands—unless it’s Tuesday.’ Suddenly, a delivery driver rushed in, frantically asking if anyone had seen his van. The old man raised an eyebrow and replied, 'Unless it's Tuesday?' The mechanic shrugged, 'Nope, never saw him.' The driver left, muttering something about bad luck on Tuesdays. The old man chuckled as he drove away, thinking, 'Guess my car's in pretty good hands today after all.'
4. At dusk, a delivery driver left a crate in Carl’s Body Shop parking lot. The next morning, no one could believe their eyes—inside the crate was a live parrot chirping 'Need an oil change?' A few days later, another crate appeared, and out popped a small monkey waving its arms and shouting, ‘Check my brakes!’ But that’s another story for another day.