Dr. Gleem Auto Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most auto washes were quiet and empty, Dr. Gleem’s Auto Salon started humming with an unusual activity. A delivery driver noticed that every morning, around six o’clock sharp, a mysterious figure in a trench coat would emerge from behind the old oak tree and wave at the automatic brushes. One day, the delivery driver decided to follow the figure. Turned out it was just an enthusiastic neighbor named Mr. Clean, who loved his car more than anything else. As he waved goodbye, Mr. Clean whispered, ‘See you tomorrow at dawn!’ The driver shook his head, smiling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own towel.’

2. At dawn, when most auto washes were quiet and empty, Dr. Gleem's Auto Salon received an unexpected visitor—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper appeared on the loading dock. The package turned out to be a box of donuts from the local bakery, delivered anonymously by a friendly neighbor who knew how much everyone loved sugary treats after a long day washing cars. From then on, every morning at dawn, someone left something sweet for the staff—sometimes even fresh coffee or flowers.

3. At dawn, when most auto washes were quiet and empty, Dr. Gleem’s Auto Salon attracted curious eyes. A little girl, holding her mother’s hand, pointed excitedly as the soap foam seemed to take on strange shapes—like dancing animals or waving faces. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind a corner, rubbing his eyes sleepily. ‘What in tarnation is going on here?’ he asked, but before anyone could answer, he burst out laughing. ‘It’s just Dr. Gleem’s magic bubbles,’ someone explained with a smile. The old man shook his head and walked away, muttering something about young folks these days.}

4. At dawn, when most auto washes were quiet and empty, Dr. Gleem’s Auto Salon became a mysterious meeting place for neighborhood cats. They would gather on the roof tiles, watching with curiosity as cars glided through the sudsy water below. One morning, an old delivery driver named Mr. Jenkins arrived early for his weekly clean. As he watched from the waiting area, a particularly brave tabby leaped onto the drying arm and started riding it like a mechanical horse. The whole salon erupted into laughter—even Dr. Gleem himself joined in, wiping tears from his eyes—as the cat galloped around, soaking everyone in its wake. By the time Mr. Jenkins left, both his truck and the neighborhood gossip were spotless.