About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Outta Phx Print Shop with a mysterious package. ‘What’s in here?’ he asked aloud as he unlocked the door. Inside was just a big box of donuts. The delivery guy grinned sheepishly and said, 'Guess someone forgot to mark it as dessert.' A regular passing by chuckled and remarked, 'At least now we know why they call it Outta Phx!'
2. In the early morning fog, an employee noticed something peculiar in the print shop's backroom. Upon closer inspection, they found a small package addressed to ‘The Next Customer’. Curious, they opened it and discovered a freshly printed poster of Phoenix’s famous sunrise. Turns out, the printer had accidentally added one too many copies to the queue overnight. When asked why, the printer shrugged and said, ‘It was just another day at Outta Phx Print Shop.’
3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Outta Phx Print Shop and noticed a strange humming sound coming from inside. He peered through the window and saw rows of old typewriters, their keys clicking softly as if someone were typing invisible letters. Curious, he opened the door slowly—and found an old man wearing thick glasses, tapping away on an ancient Underwood. ‘Just finishing up my novel,’ grinned Grandpa Typewriter, without even noticing the startled driver. The delivery guy cleared his throat, causing the man to jump. ‘Mind if I finish here tomorrow?’ asked Grandpa Typewriter with a twinkle in his eye. And so began their late-night collaboration, where every night after closing, the shop became a quirky hangout for neighbors and passersby.
4. At dusk, a young boy walked into Outta Phx Print Shop, startled by a strange sound coming from the back room. The owner peered around the corner with a puzzled expression, but before anyone could investigate further, the noise abruptly stopped. Curious, the boy and the owner slowly approached the door together. Inside lay an old printer, its gears clicking like an impatient clock. Turns out, every evening it would get cranky and make that mysterious noise until someone gave it a gentle pat on the side. From then on, whenever anyone heard the sound, they just smiled and said, ‘Another love tap for ol’ Printer McGee.’