Waves

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Waves Car Wash, he noticed something odd—a faint, salty scent wafting through the air. At first, he dismissed it, but the smell grew stronger with each passing minute. Curious now, he looked around and saw nothing unusual until his phone buzzed with a message from a neighbor: ‘Your car’s talking to mine again!’ Turns out, an old saltwater dog had taken refuge in the carwash tunnel, barking away like he owned the place. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, thinking maybe Waves was just full of character after all.

2. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an early riser arrived at Waves Car Wash. As they watched through the window, something strange happened — every car that came in for a quick clean emerged with its windows covered in tiny, perfect smiley faces. Curious, our early bird decided to peek inside one of the cars and found nothing but ordinary soap suds on the windshield. Shrugging it off as a prank, they left, only to return later that day and witness another amazed delivery driver exclaiming, ‘Look, my truck has happy feet!’ Turned out, some local kids had been having fun drawing smiley faces while washing cars at night.

3. At dusk, while a little girl played near Waves Car Wash, her toy boat suddenly started floating towards the entrance. No wind blew, yet it seemed drawn by some invisible force. Suddenly, an old man appeared from behind the suds, grinning and waving a wet sponge. ‘Your boat was calling for help,’ he said, patting the water with his hand. The little girl giggled, and her father shook his head, muttering something about kids these days being too imaginative. But as they drove away, they noticed that every time they looked back, someone in the car wash was giving them a friendly wave—even though no one else was around.

4. At sunset, when most cars were already parked for the day, a jogger passed by Waves Car Wash and noticed something peculiar. The hose seemed to be moving on its own, spraying water in intricate patterns. Curious, the jogger approached closer and saw an old delivery driver washing his truck with meticulous care. ‘That’s no ordinary hose,’ he whispered, smiling. As they chatted, it turned out that every evening, Mr. Jenkins, the night watchman, would set up a little show for the neighborhood—using just water and imagination.’