Gentry's Paint & Body

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, an old pickup truck pulled into Gentry’s Paint & Body. Its owner, a regular named Joe, had a peculiar request: he needed the paint job done in exactly three shades of blue—none of which matched any standard color codes. Joe explained that each shade represented different stages of his life, and he wanted them to blend seamlessly like memories do. The mechanic nodded knowingly, though no one ever saw Joe again after that day. Some say he drove off into the sunset, others claim he was never seen around town—either way, Gentry’s Paint & Body still has those three blues on file, waiting for someone else’s story.

2. At closing time, as the last mechanic locked up, a delivery driver grumbled, ‘Why does every package I deliver end up here at Gentry’s?’ The next day, an old neighbor stopped by and asked, ‘Hey, why do you always see that same delivery guy hanging around?’ The mechanic shrugged, ‘He must be delivering packages for aliens who fix cars.’ Everyone laughed, including the delivery driver, who just shook his head and muttered, ‘Next stop—Area 51?’

3. At midnight, when only crickets chirped outside, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s been painting that old Ford?’ Suddenly, an old man in overalls poked his head out of the shop door and gruffly replied, 'That would be me, sonny!' The delivery driver laughed, realizing he’d just met Gentry himself—who clearly enjoyed a good prank on late-night visitors.

4. At lunchtime, when the shop was emptying out, a delivery driver called over his shoulder, ‘Hey, did anyone see that guy in the white suit leave here?’ ‘No,’ said another worker, shaking his head and laughing. ‘He left ages ago.’ The delivery driver shrugged, smiling sheepishly. ‘Oh well, must’ve been my imagination then. Hey, does anyone know where I can get a good sandwich around here?’