About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Webster’s Import Service with a mysterious package marked ‘DO NOT OPEN UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.’ As he approached the counter, the mechanic raised an eyebrow but took it without question. The mechanic carefully placed it in the back room and promptly forgot about it until his curious neighbor popped in for coffee. 'What’s that?' she asked, pointing at the suspicious box. He shrugged and said, ‘Oh, just some import service stuff,’ before laughing nervously. Turns out, it was a crate of exotic candies from Japan—now everyone in town has a sweet tooth!’
2. One day, while waiting for his car to be fixed, a little boy named Timmy wandered into Webster’s Import Service. As he explored the workshop, he heard an unfamiliar sound coming from behind a large crate. Curious, he peered around it and found… nothing but an old radio playing strange music. Suddenly, an old man with a big mustache popped out from under another car and asked, 'Hey kid, what’re you doing here?' Timmy explained everything, and the man laughed heartily, saying, 'That’s just my vintage radio collection! Come back anytime!' And so, whenever anyone needed their car fixed at Webster’s, they’d see little Timmy playing among the old radios, listening to songs from long ago.
3. One afternoon, as customers were milling around Webster’s Import Service, an unexpected announcement crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention please—your vehicle is now ready, but due to a mix-up in paperwork, it belongs to Abraham Lincoln.’ A puzzled customer asked, 'Abraham who?' The mechanic shrugged and said, 'Lincoln from Illinois.' A delivery driver chimed in, 'Hey, that's my great-great-grandfather!' They all laughed, and soon enough, the real owner showed up—a friendly neighbor named Mr. Anderson. Turns out, Mr. Lincoln had once driven through town, stopped for repairs, and left his card with Webster.'
4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Webster’s Import Service with a crate marked ‘Top Secret’. The garage door slowly opened, revealing only shadows and distant laughter. Inside, an old mechanic in overalls grinned, 'Just another day at Webster's,' he said, winking. The crate contained vintage coffee beans for the owner's secret recipe. As the sun broke through the fog, everyone shared a cup—except the delivery driver, who never did figure out why his truck smelled like espresso.