About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when most mechanics were still stretching, an old van pulled up outside Eme and My Friend Body Shop. The delivery driver had a strange smile on his face as he handed over a package wrapped in brown paper. Inside was a rusty old keychain with a note scribbled on it: ‘For your best customer.’ Eme looked puzzled but smiled, thinking maybe it was from a grateful neighbor. Later that day, while fixing another car, they found out—it was indeed from their regular who always paid cash.’
2. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled into Eme and My Friend Body Shop with a frown on his face. The neon sign flickered ominously above him as he stepped out of his truck. As he approached the counter, an old man in overalls looked up and asked, ‘What seems to be the trouble today?’ With a sigh, the driver pointed at a tiny dent on the side of his truck and said, ‘Just some little thing.’ The mechanic winked and replied, ‘Don’t worry, it’ll take five minutes—just like our usual conversations!’
3. At sunset, a neighbor walked in, rubbing his head. ‘I thought I’d parked here last week,’ he muttered, pointing at the empty space next to the shop. The mechanic Eme smiled knowingly. ‘Ah, you must be Mr. Thompson,’ she said. ‘This is your third car this month. Maybe it’s time for a bicycle?’ The neighbor shook his head with good-natured exasperation, muttering something about old habits dying hard as he left.
4. At midnight, when the city slept, a soft humming sound drifted from behind the workshop doors. Curious passersby stopped to listen, but no one could identify its source. One night, an old neighbor popped in for a chat. ‘What’s that strange noise?’ he asked. The mechanic smiled mysteriously, replying, 'Oh, just my new generator—trying out some late-night tunes.’ Everyone laughed, and soon enough, the humming became part of the neighborhood’s quiet rhythm.