About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Payne’s Automotive one morning, frowning as he eyed the old sign above the garage door. He climbed out and noticed something odd—every time he parked there, the shadow of the sign seemed to follow him around the lot. Was it just his imagination, or did that sign really lean ever so slightly towards him? Finally, after much grumbling, the delivery driver decided to park in a different spot. But no matter where he went, the shadow always followed him like an overeager puppy. That night, back home, he found a note on his fridge: ‘Your tire is low.’ Signed, Payne’s Automotive. Everyone laughed, including the delivery guy.
2. A little girl walked into Payne’s Automotive one afternoon, her eyes wide with wonder as she watched an old mechanic tinkering under the hood of a vintage car. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked curiously. The mechanic looked up and replied, ‘Fixing something that won’t start.’ But no one could quite figure out what made her so curious—until they saw him whispering sweet nothings to the engine. Suddenly, another voice chimed in: 'Hey, you're talking to my car like it's your girlfriend!' It was the owner, Mr. Payne, who had been quietly observing from behind his workshop door. Everyone burst out laughing, including the little girl, whose curiosity turned into a smile. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Payne's Automotive, someone would add, “They fix cars…and hearts.”
3. A customer stormed into Payne’s Automotive, yelling, ‘My engine sounds like a herd of elephants!’ Payne calmly nodded and replied, 'No worries, sir. Your engine's just having an elephant party in there.' He popped the hood, fiddled with something for a minute, and announced, 'Fixed!' The man drove off, muttering under his breath that he’d never trust another mechanic again—until his next visit to Payne's.
4. One night, a neighbor knocked on Payne’s Automotive door and asked, ‘Why does your garage smell like bacon cooking?’ Payne smiled and replied, 'Oh, that's just Mr. Johnson from next door. He likes to come in after his morning run and chat while I cook up some breakfast for him.' The neighbor nodded knowingly, took a whiff of the air, and said, 'Well, it sure beats the usual exhaust fumes!'