About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, a soft humming sound would occasionally come from inside Tint Tally’s garage. A delivery driver noticed it first, thinking maybe an old compressor was misbehaving. But no one else could hear it until they parked nearby—then the humming grew louder, like something magical or mechanical was whispering secrets. One evening, a curious neighbor decided to investigate and brought along his dog. The moment they stepped into the shadowy garage, the humming stopped completely. ‘Maybe it’s just an echo,’ suggested the neighbor, scratching his head. Suddenly, the dog started barking hysterically, pointing towards the ceiling. Turned out, the hum had been coming from a tiny radio tuned to an old-timey station, stuck in the ceiling since the sixties.’
2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Tint Tally and asked, ‘Why does your sign always say “Open” even when you’re closed?’ The mechanic smiled mysteriously and replied, 'Because, my friend, our sign is actually an old-fashioned clock that only ticks once every twelve hours.' The delivery driver scratched his head, then laughed and said, 'I’ll be back tomorrow!'
3. Every afternoon around three o’clock, a faint whiff of fresh-baked cookies wafted from inside Tint Tally’s workshop. The smell lingered just long enough for customers waiting in line to wonder if they’d accidentally driven into a bakery instead. One day, an elderly neighbor stopped by to ask if anyone had seen his cat. Turns out, Fluffy was hiding under one of the cars since breakfast. As the day drew to a close, the familiar scent of cookies gave way to something even more unusual—a hint of freshly painted metal and grease. No one knew where it came from, but everyone agreed it made the place feel cozy.
4. A gruff old mechanic at Tint Tally looked up from under the hood one day and muttered to himself, 'I swear I just saw that bolt move.' The next morning, a delivery driver pulled in with a frown. ‘My brake pedal feels funny,’ he said. The mechanic squinted suspiciously but nodded. After an hour, he emerged, shaking his head. ‘That’s impossible—it’s fixed.’ A week later, the same driver returned, complaining of the exact same issue. With a mischievous grin, the mechanic replied, “Guess it’s time for another tune-up!”