Self Serve car wash

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Self Serve Car Wash closed its gates, a little dog would appear from nowhere. Every Tuesday and Thursday, it would dash towards the foam nozzle, licking and chasing the sudsy water as if it were the most exciting game. One day, an old delivery driver noticed the dog and decided to join in the fun. He parked his truck next to the foam nozzle and started dancing along with the dog, splashing and laughing. The next morning, everyone in town saw their cars sparkling clean—except for one poor neighbor who drove away with a big smile on her face, covered head-to-toe in soapy bubbles.

2. On foggy mornings, when the Self Serve Car Wash opened its doors too early for most customers, a mysterious figure in a raincoat would appear and meticulously clean only one section of the lot—always the same spot. One day, an enthusiastic delivery driver decided to mimic the mysterious cleaner’s routine. After finishing his shift, he returned with buckets, sponges, and even a smile. To everyone's surprise, he cleaned not just one but every single car—and did it so enthusiastically that he ended up covered in soap bubbles himself. From then on, whenever anyone asked who the ghostly cleaner was, someone would wink and say, 'Oh, that must’ve been our friendly neighborhood bubble man!'

3. At dawn, when most self-serve car washes were still asleep, a delivery driver noticed something strange: every morning, an old broom appeared on the drying rack, meticulously arranged, as if someone had been tidying up after closing hours. Finally, one night, the delivery driver decided to stay late and catch whoever was leaving the broom. To his surprise, it was just an elderly neighbor who lived nearby, quietly washing his own car and cheerfully explaining, ‘It’s my little way of saying thanks for not playing your music too loud.’

4. At dawn, when most self-serve car washes were still asleep, a delivery driver heard someone muttering in the empty lot next door. ‘I’ll never get it clean,’ said an impatient voice. Turned out, a regular was trying to polish his car so early that even the sun hadn’t risen yet. The delivery driver smiled and walked over. ‘Need some help?’ he asked. The man grumbled, but accepted a sponge. By noon, they were both covered in soap suds—laughing like old friends—and the car shone brighter than ever before. From then on, whenever the delivery guy came around, their morning ritual became a friendly tradition.