About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to St. George’s garage, puzzled by an old tin can on the parking lot. Curious, he picked it up—only to discover a note inside reading: ‘Take care of my car like you would your own.’ Smiling, the delivery driver took the note seriously and spent extra time checking every bolt and hose. Later that day, while leaving the shop, he noticed an old man waving from across the street. The man walked over with another tin can, handing it to him sheepishly and saying, 'I hope I didn’t cause any trouble last time.'
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to St. George’s garage, curious about a strange humming noise coming from inside. The mechanic peered curiously through the window and waved him in with a smile. ‘Just some old radiator ghost,’ he said casually, adjusting his glasses. The next morning, everyone in town knew that St. George’s had vanquished another supernatural automotive menace—all thanks to their trusty muffler and radiator.’
3. Early one autumn morning, a delivery driver pulled up to St. George’s garage, intrigued by the strange smell of fresh-baked bread wafting through the open door. As he entered, he saw an old man hunched over under the hood of his car, humming along to some distant radio station. The man looked up with a smile and offered him a warm slice of bread from a nearby basket. ‘Fresh from my wife’s oven,’ he said proudly. The delivery driver took a bite—bread so good it made him forget why he’d even brought those mufflers in the first place.
4. Late one winter morning, a delivery driver pulled up to St. George’s garage, confused by a strange humming noise coming from inside. As he approached the counter, the owner, an old fellow with grease-stained overalls, looked up and asked casually, ‘Anything wrong?’ The driver shrugged, still puzzled. Just then, a friendly voice called out from behind the workshop door: “Hey, Joe! Your engine’s singing like a canary!” Everyone laughed, including the delivery driver, who realized it was just his own truck making noises. He paid for some routine maintenance, shook hands with everyone, and drove off, never again noticing any funny sounds—except maybe those of good-natured banter in St. George’s garage.