Hid Kitz

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a little boy named Timmy walked past Hid Kitz garage and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw an old mechanic waving his hands like he was conducting an orchestra. The old man was fixing a horn, making strange musical notes that echoed through the fog. Timmy watched, amazed, until the mechanic noticed him and waved him over. ‘Son,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye, ‘you’ve got quite the ear for music!’ Turned out, it was just a regular delivering driver who’d asked for classical accompaniment while waiting.

2. Late one night, an anxious delivery driver pulled up to Hid Kitz garage. The air was filled with an unusual, sweet scent that made him pause before stepping out of his truck. As he approached the counter, a gruff mechanic eyed him suspiciously and asked, ‘What’s your hurry?’ With a nervous laugh, the driver replied, ‘Just trying to get this last package delivered before midnight.’ The mechanic sniffed the air and grinned, ‘Ah, must be those fresh donuts from across the street—Hid Kitz always has the best customers!’

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Hid Kitz garage. The neon sign flickered ominously as he stepped inside, drawn by the strange humming sound coming from under the hood of an old truck. As he bent down to investigate, an elderly mechanic appeared out of nowhere and said, 'That’s just my old radio, son.' They both laughed, and before long, the delivery driver was chatting with him about the best places for a late-night snack in town. Turns out, Hid Kitz wasn’t so mysterious after all.

4. Late one night, as the neon sign flickered ominously, a delivery driver pulled up to Hid Kitz garage. The garage door creaked open with a menacing groan, revealing a shadowy figure who beckoned him inside. As he entered, the delivery driver noticed an old radio playing some strange tune. ‘Welcome,’ whispered the mechanic, adjusting a wrench. Suddenly, a neighbor popped his head in and asked for help with his bike. The two fixed it together, laughing over old times, while the neon sign softly hummed its final note.