About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Isles Auto Repair with an unusual cargo: a small, rustling package wrapped in brown paper. As he approached the door, he swore he heard soft laughter coming from inside the garage. The delivery driver peeked inside and saw nothing but old tools and grease-stained walls. Just as he was about to leave, an old mechanic emerged from behind a pile of tires, grinning broadly. 'Ah,' he said, wiping his hands on his coveralls. ‘That was just my cat, Muffin, playing her favorite game.' The delivery driver laughed, shaking his head. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned strange noises at Isles Auto Repair, everyone just smiled and whispered, 'Probably just Muffin again.'
2. At dawn, when most mechanics were just brewing coffee, a delivery driver arrived at Isles Auto Repair with an unusual package: a live parrot wrapped in bubble wrap. The mechanic, rubbing sleep from his eyes, carefully unwrapped the bird, who immediately started squawking and flapping its wings. 'What am I supposed to do with this?' he muttered, as the parrot landed on a toolbox and began chirping at everyone passing by. Eventually, it turned out that the parrot belonged to a regular customer who had accidentally packed him instead of his toolbox during a move. The mechanic laughed, shook his head, and sent the happy bird home with its owner.
3. At dusk, a neighbor stopped by and asked curiously, ‘Why does that old tire always roll out of your garage?’ I smiled sheepishly and explained it was just an old spare tire my wife had left there after our last road trip. The neighbor nodded knowingly and said, 'Ah, I see. And how’s that tire getting around on its own?' Turns out, our dog had taken a liking to pushing it as a toy.
4. At nightfall, a little dog scurried into the yard of Isles Auto Repair, sniffing curiously around the workshop’s entrance. The mechanic inside, absorbed in his work, didn’t notice until the pup began barking excitedly at something invisible to human eyes. The mechanic finally looked up and saw nothing but an empty lot next door. ‘What are you barking at, little fellow?’ he asked gently. The dog paused, then ran back outside, wagging its tail as if on cue. From that day on, whenever anyone mentioned Isles Auto Repair, they’d whisper, ‘Oh, did you hear? They’ve got a secret four-legged customer!’