Minors Auto

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Minors Auto and noticed something odd. As he approached the shop, he caught a whiff of fresh-baked cookies wafting from inside—a scent that had never been there before. Curious, the driver peeked through the window and saw an old mechanic mixing dough on an ancient workbench. Turns out, Mr. Minor’s granddaughter had brought some freshly baked treats for everyone. From then on, every time someone needed their car fixed, they’d get not only top-notch repairs but also a warm cookie as a bonus—all thanks to one unexpected morning treat.

2. One day, after school, little Sarah walked past Minors Auto and stopped dead in her tracks. The mechanic's dog, usually sleeping under the hood, had suddenly sat upright and started staring intently into thin air. Suddenly, an old delivery driver emerged from behind a truck, scratching his head. 'Hey, Spot,' he called out, 'you're supposed to be napping!' The dog yawned, stretched, then lazily lay back down. Little Sarah giggled and whispered to herself, ‘Maybe dogs know things humans don’t.’

3. Early one foggy morning, a mechanic at Minors Auto heard an unusual sound coming from under the hood of an old truck. Curious, he peered inside—and found himself face-to-face with a very sleepy squirrel. The squirrel yawned and stretched its little paws, then scurried off into the engine, leaving the mechanic scratching his head. After a moment’s hesitation, he shrugged and started working on the truck anyway. Later that day, when the owner—a gruff but friendly delivery driver—came to pick up his vehicle, he asked jokingly, ‘So, did you fix it or just say hello to your new friend?’

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Minors Auto with a frown on his face. The neon sign flickered ominously above the workshop door as he stepped out into the empty street. The mechanic looked up from his wrench and smiled, ‘No worries, pal—we’ll fix that right up.’ He pushed open the door, and the delivery driver followed, only to find himself in a cozy little room filled with old comics and coffee. ‘Minors Auto,’ the mechanic said with a wink, ‘open twenty-four seven for your mechanical—and social—needs!’