About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when Monkee Wrench Auto closed its doors, a strange humming sound would occasionally drift through the neighborhood. No one could quite place it—neither engine nor generator—but everyone agreed it sounded like something out of an old movie. A delivery driver once claimed he saw a faint blue glow coming from under the workshop's door late one evening. One winter morning, a neighbor knocked on the shop’s door and asked if anyone had heard that odd noise during the night. Inside, amidst the tools and grease-stained walls, an old mechanic shrugged and said, 'Oh, that? That's just our new electric drill.' Everyone laughed, except for the delivery driver who insisted his flashlight had shown a tiny Christmas tree glowing inside the workshop.
2. Late one afternoon, as a delivery driver pulled up to Monkee Wrench Auto, he noticed an unfamiliar scent wafting from the workshop. Curious, he parked and approached only to see an old mechanic laughing heartily while working on someone’s engine—except there was no one else around. Suddenly, the mechanic stopped laughing, wiped his eyes, and shouted ‘Gotcha!’ The delivery driver stood there, blinking in confusion until another voice chimed in from behind—a neighbor smiling warmly. ‘Just our monthly prank,’ she said. ‘Monkee Wrench Auto keeps things interesting.’
3. Late one morning, while a mechanic worked under the hood of an old truck, a neighbor stopped by with a curious question: 'Hey, do you ever hear that funny noise coming from behind your shop?' The mechanic shrugged and said, ‘Nope, never heard nothing like that.’ The neighbor leaned in closer, whispering, ‘It’s coming from INSIDE your building!’ They both looked around, and suddenly—from above—a tiny metal monkey wrench clattered down onto the mechanic’s head. With a laugh, the neighbor pointed up, saying, ‘Guess it was trying to fix something!’
4. Late one morning, while a mechanic worked under the hood of an old truck, a faint whiff of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the garage. The smell grew stronger with each passing minute, drawing curious glances from mechanics and customers alike. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind the counter: 'Second cup's on the house!' Turning around, everyone saw only an empty mug. But that didn’t stop them—soon enough, every mechanic had their own little secret stash of coffee, and Monkee Wrench became known not just for repairs but for its legendary brew.'