ProWash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the ProWash car wash closed its doors, a strange voice began echoing over the empty lot. ‘Your car is clean,’ it would say in a deep, robotic tone, making regulars laugh and neighbors wonder. One night, a delivery driver pulled up after hours. The eerie voice said, 'Your bike is clean.' He laughed it off until he realized his helmet was still on the ground. Another neighbor, hearing the same voice, went outside with a flashlight—and found himself shining it into an empty car wash bay. Turned out, the voice belonged to a mischievous pigeon that had taken up residence.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a faint humming started near ProWash. It grew louder with each passing day, until one morning it became so persistent that even the early birds noticed. Finally, on an especially noisy Sunday morning, everyone gathered around ProWash, curious and amused. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood dog barking at his reflection in the freshly polished cars. The humming stopped, laughter echoed, and life returned to normal—with cleaner cars and happier neighbors.

3. At closing time one day, an employee noticed something odd on the car wash floor—a small metal box, glowing softly in the dark. Nobody claimed it, and soon after, every morning around sunrise, it would disappear without a trace. One morning, a delivery driver joked that maybe it was a time machine from the future, sent back to save ProWash from bankruptcy. Soon enough, everyone started checking their cars for hidden treasures before leaving. Then, one rainy afternoon, a neighbor found an old umbrella inside—just what they needed! The mystery box never appeared again, but ever since then, ProWash has been known as ‘The Lucky Car Wash.’

4. Late one Friday afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to ProWash to get his truck cleaned. As he waited for his turn, he heard a soft, familiar voice coming from inside the building. "Next customer please," it said in a monotone, robotic tone. Curious but not alarmed, he glanced around—only to realize everyone else had left hours ago. Finally, our intrepid delivery driver approached the counter. ‘Next customer,’ said the same eerie voice again. He leaned closer and saw an old vacuum cleaner waving feebly behind the glass. With a smile, he picked up the dustpan and brush from the shelf and started cleaning. Turns out, ProWash was just having a bad hair day.’