Cobblestone Car Wash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Cobblestone Car Wash and noticed something odd on the car wash conveyor belt—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he picked it up and found an old note inside reading: ‘Take care of this for me.’ He opened it carefully, only to discover a letter saying: 'Please give my doggy a treat when you’re done.' Inside was a tiny toy bone. The driver laughed, thinking how someone must’ve accidentally left it there. Later that day, while washing his own car, he saw an old man smiling from across the street—obviously the owner—and waved back with the toy bone still in hand.

2. A neighborhood kid stopped by Cobblestone Car Wash one afternoon with his friend’s bicycle. As he rinsed off the dirt, he overheard an old timer arguing with the cashier about the price of a wax job. Just then, a delivery driver walked in, complaining loudly that his package had been delayed again. The kid laughed and said, ‘Maybe next time you should get your mail delivered by unicorn!’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the gruff old timer who’d been grousing earlier. That was the day Cobblestone Car Wash became known for more than just clean cars—it earned itself a reputation for good-natured banter.

3. One day, a little dog followed its owner into Cobblestone Car Wash, sniffing curiously around the hoses and soapy water. Suddenly, it froze—its eyes widened as if seeing something extraordinary. Then, out of nowhere, an old delivery driver appeared, waving a towel and laughing heartily. 'Hey, pooch!' he called. ‘You’ve got more soap than water on you now!' The little dog shook itself vigorously, sending suds flying everywhere, much to everyone's amusement.

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Cobblestone Car Wash on an ordinary weekday morning. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something peculiar—a small, dusty violin lying on the pavement near the entrance. He picked it up curiously and played a few notes—he wasn’t exactly Joshua Bell, but the sound was pleasant enough. Suddenly, an old man hobbled over, grinning broadly. ‘That’s my fiddle!’ he exclaimed. ‘Forgot it here last week.’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly. ‘Guess I’m not the only one who finds your place magical,’ he said, handing back the instrument. From then on, whenever someone mentioned Cobblestone Car Wash, people would wink knowingly and whisper, ‘It must be where lost violins go to get cleaned.’