About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision and noticed something odd on the loading dock—a mysterious toolbox, locked tight with no name or markings. He shrugged it off but couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him from inside. As he approached the door, the toolbox clicked open, revealing nothing but an old sandwich and a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Sorry for the scare, delivery guy. Next time I’ll leave a bell.’ The driver laughed and shook his head, realizing it was just another prank from their friendly neighborhood mechanic.
2. One day, while waiting for her dad’s car to be fixed, a little girl named Emma sat in the waiting room. Suddenly, she pointed excitedly at the ceiling and whispered, ‘Dad, look! The ceiling is talking to us!’ Her father looked up curiously but saw nothing unusual. Then, just as he was about to dismiss it, another voice from above said, 'Hey, watch where you're parking!' Turned out, an old radio antenna on the roof had picked up a nearby talk show. Dad laughed and joked that maybe they should keep the radio on for future repairs—just in case it helps them find good mechanics.
3. One afternoon, an old man parked his truck at Caliber Collision and walked into the shop. On his way out, he paused by the trash bin near the entrance. Inside was a dusty envelope, its corner slightly peeking out from beneath some papers. Curious, he opened it and found a crumpled note inside: ‘Dear Sir, your headlights are too bright—could you please dim them? Signed, An Anonymous Neighbor.’ The old man laughed, shook his head, and drove off, leaving everyone in the shop scratching their heads. That evening, someone anonymously delivered a box of donuts to Caliber Collision with a note that read: “For being so considerate.”
4. One evening, a delivery driver pulled up to Caliber Collision to drop off parts. As he walked in, he spotted something unusual on the reception desk—a tiny pair of mismatched shoes, clearly not belonging there. Curious, he picked them up and asked the receptionist if anyone had lost their shoes. With a smile, she replied that they belonged to Mr. Jenkins next door—an elderly gentleman who often came for minor repairs. The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was just another day in Caliber Collision: where even shoe-shopping could be part of the job.