Grease Monkey

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Grease Monkey with a puzzled look on his face. In the back of his truck was an old toolbox, clearly not his own. He’d never seen it before. The mechanic took one glance at the toolbox and grinned. ‘That’s mine,’ he said. ‘I left it here last week after fixing your wife’s car.’ The delivery driver scratched his head in confusion until his neighbor walked by and explained, laughing, that they often swap tools when needed. Moral of the story? Trust your local garage—and maybe label your stuff!’

2. A curious mechanic noticed that every Tuesday night, an old truck would pull into Grease Monkey without any visible engine noise. When he finally asked the driver what fuel he used, the man replied, ‘I don’t use no fuel—just good ol’ fashioned prayers!’ The mechanic shrugged it off as a quirky local tale until one day his own car broke down. Desperate for help, he prayed like never before—and lo and behold, the next morning his engine was purring like a kitten! From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Grease Monkey, everyone smiled and said, 'Oh yeah, that place where miracles happen!'

3. One foggy morning, as mechanics were settling in for their shift, Grease Monkey’s intercom crackled to life. ‘Attention,’ it said gravely. ‘The car ahead of you is not responding to any commands.’ Mechanic Joe looked under the hood, scratched his head and shrugged. 'It’s like he has a mind of his own,' he muttered. Just then, an old station wagon pulled up, its owner waving frantically. 'My car won’t start!' The intercom crackled again: 'Next car, please.' And so began another day at Grease Monkey—where cars sometimes knew more than their owners did.

4. One foggy morning, as mechanics were settling in for their shift, Grease Monkey’s intercom crackled to life: ‘Attention, all mechanics! If you see a unicorn pulling into bay three, do not be alarmed—it’s just our new VIP customer.’ Later that day, an old delivery driver pulled up, scratching his head. ‘Hey guys,’ he said sheepishly, ‘I saw a unicorn here earlier… must’ve been my imagination.’ A young mechanic piped up, grinning broadly, ‘Nah mate, it was definitely here—our VIP customer!’ The whole garage burst out laughing, realizing they’d all fallen for the same joke.