Monroe's Collision

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Monroe’s Collision Shop, every morning begins with a familiar routine: mechanics tinkering under hoods and customers waiting for their cars to be fixed. But one day, an old delivery driver pulled up in his truck, rolled down the window, and asked the receptionist, ‘Do you ever notice how our sign keeps winking at us?’ The receptionist shrugged, thinking it was just an old truck playing tricks on them. Over the next few days, more customers started noticing the sign blinking like a mischievous traffic light. Finally, Monroe himself looked up from underneath a car and said, 'Well, I never noticed that!' The whole shop burst into laughter, realizing that sometimes even a simple sign can keep things interesting.

2. At Monroe’s Collision Shop, one night a delivery driver noticed something peculiar while waiting for his truck to be fixed. The air suddenly filled with an odd scent—a mix of fresh paint and burning rubber, but no cars were being worked on. Curious, he followed the smell into the backroom, where an old radio was playing some strange tune. Turned out, it was just an enthusiastic mechanic humming along to his favorite song while working on a new project—an antique car model. 'Hey,' said Monroe, grinning sheepishly. ‘Just my way of keeping things interesting around here.'

3. At Monroe’s Collision Shop, a delivery driver once found an oddly familiar toolbox in the back of his truck. Curious, he brought it inside only to discover that each tool had a note scribbled on it—all addressed to him. The notes were cryptic but friendly, urging him to ‘fix what’s broken’ and reminding him to ‘never forget your tools.’ The delivery driver chuckled, realizing they must’ve been left behind by a helpful neighbor. As he finished his shift, he joked to Monroe, ‘Guess I’ll be coming here more often!’

4. At Monroe’s Collision Shop, one day a curious little dog wandered into the yard and started sniffing around the tools hanging from the wall. The mechanic, noticing the furry intruder, leaned out the window and called, ‘Hey, buddy, what are you doing here?’ The little dog, unphased, wagged its tail and approached an old tire lying on the ground. 'Oh no,' muttered the mechanic, 'not another tire chewer!' Just then, a delivery driver walked up, scratched his head, and asked, 'Is that your dog?' With a smile, the mechanic replied, 'Nope, he's just visiting.'