Small World Auto Repair

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Small World Auto Repair and asked the mechanic, ‘Why does your shop always smell like bacon?’ The mechanic smiled and replied, 'Oh, that's because our owner has a pet pig named Bacon who likes to hang out here.' The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and said, 'Next time I'll bring breakfast!'

2. At dawn one foggy morning, an old pickup truck pulled into Small World Auto Repair with its headlights off. The mechanic, rubbing sleep from his eyes, watched curiously as the truck’s owner emerged, whistling a tune that sounded suspiciously like the national anthem. The mechanic squinted at him and asked, ‘Do I know you?’ The man grinned sheepishly and replied, ‘Just your friendly neighborhood delivery driver!’ Turns out he’d been humming it on purpose—wanted to see if anyone noticed. Moral of the story? Sometimes the best repairs are made by those who can’t see straight.’

3. A neighborhood dog started visiting Small World Auto Repair every afternoon. No one knew why—maybe it smelled something tasty or found a cozy spot under the hood. But then, one day, the mechanic noticed the dog always seemed to appear right when customers were dropping off their cars for repairs. Soon enough, everyone in town was talking about the canine connoisseur. One day, an out-of-town delivery driver arrived with a fussy truck. As he walked in, the dog trotted over and sniffed his shoes. ‘Hey, boy,’ said the driver, scratching him behind the ear. ‘You want my job?’ The mechanic laughed so hard he almost dropped his wrench.

4. A delivery driver arrived early one morning with a mysterious package. As he walked towards the counter, he noticed something odd on the workshop floor—a tiny toolbox, no bigger than a matchbox. Curious, he picked it up and found only one rusty screwdriver inside. ‘What could possibly break that’s fixed by such a minuscule tool?’ he wondered aloud. Just then, an old mechanic appeared from behind the garage, chuckled, and said, ‘That’s not for fixing cars—those are for fixing relationships between owners and their vehicles.’