About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Gerber Collision & Glass and asked the mechanic, ‘Do you ever see ghosts around here?’ The mechanic replied, ‘Not usually, but last week I thought I saw someone waving from that old oak tree outside.’ The next day, while working under the hood of an old truck, the mechanic heard a soft voice say, 'Is it fixed yet?' Turning around, he found no one there—except for a stray cat sitting on the old oak branch. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned ghosts, the mechanic would just smile and point towards the tree, saying, 'Oh, that's just our new customer.'
2. A regular stopped in one day and asked the receptionist, ‘Hey, do you guys ever see ghosts around here?’ The receptionist looked puzzled but replied, ‘Not really, why do you ask?’ A few days later, a delivery driver came in with a worried look on his face. 'Did you guys see that light last night?' he asked. The receptionist shrugged. 'No, I didn’t,' she said. 'Maybe it was just the headlights of a passing car.' The driver nodded, then added, 'Or maybe it’s trying to tell us something...' Everyone laughed, and the story became part of Gerber’s late-night banter.
3. A neighbor dropped by one afternoon and asked the receptionist, 'Do you have any idea why my car keeps changing colors?' The receptionist smiled and replied, ‘No, sir, but maybe your car is trying to tell us something. Maybe it’s allergic to our paint?’ The neighbor laughed heartily, shook his head, and drove off, muttering something about strange mechanics.
4. One rainy night, a delivery driver pulled into Gerber Collision & Glass with a soggy package. As he stepped inside, he noticed something odd on the counter—a small, dusty vase filled with colorful marbles. Curious, he picked it up and overheard the receptionist whispering to herself: 'Just one more marble...' The driver shrugged it off as just another quirky detail of working in an old garage. Later that evening, while driving home through the same rain-soaked streets, he saw a familiar shape ahead—an oversized, dripping marbled vase hanging crookedly from someone’s porch. Turned out, his neighbor had been trying to fix their gutter when the storm hit, and now they were both laughing about it over coffee the next morning. ‘Guess I owe you one,’ said the neighbor, smiling, ‘next time I need my windshield fixed.’