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 an oil change. As he walked in, he noticed something odd on the workshop counter—a small metal box with no label or markings. Curious, he asked the mechanic what it was. The mechanic shrugged and said, ‘Don’t know where it came from. Been here since last night.’ The delivery driver picked up the box and gave it a shake—nothing but rustling inside. He joked, 'Maybe it's an old radio?' The mechanic laughed and replied, 'Nah, sounds more like a time capsule.' Later that day, as they were finishing up, a neighbor popped in for brakes. Seeing the box, she exclaimed, 'I remember my dad had one just like that!' Turned out it was an antique lottery ticket machine from the 1950s.

2. A neighborhood kid was pedaling furiously past Grease Monkey one afternoon when he suddenly stopped and turned around. ‘Hey!’ he yelled. ‘You guys fix cars here?’ ‘Yup,’ said a mechanic, wiping grease from his forehead. ‘We fix cars.’ The kid grinned, then pointed behind him. ‘Then you can fix mine too? It’s stuck in neutral!’ A regular walked up, laughing: ‘Kid, that’s not a car—it’s your bike.’

3. A regular was dropping off his car for routine maintenance when he noticed something odd on the workshop counter—a tiny, rusty keychain shaped like a wrench. Curious, he asked the mechanic if it belonged to anyone. The mechanic shrugged and said, ‘It’s been here since last week. Nobody claimed it.’ A few days later, another customer came in with a brand-new set of keys. He looked around suspiciously and asked the mechanic, ‘Is that my old keychain?’ The mechanic grinned and replied, ‘Yup, found it right where you left it—on top of our coffee machine!’

4. One night, after hours of work, a mechanic locked himself out of Grease Monkey. How did he manage? Well, let's just say he tried using the only key he could find—his own car's ignition switch. Finally managing to start his car, he drove it back to the garage, leaving a trail of oil and smoke behind him. The next morning, everyone at Grease Monkey laughed so hard they almost forgot to charge him for the ‘service’.