Hey, long time lurker, first time poster. I couldn't take it any longer, I snapped and just had to post...
So, the scene: it was a slow saturday at the store. I'm trying to get a relic automobile of mine ready to head to a rather large get-together of similar automobiles next weekend a couple states away, and not having much luck. Sitting around the warehouse out back is a manual transmission that I just rebuilt and have to install, a radiator, every cooling system hose in the darn thing, and a few other choice bits and pieces. At the time, we'd just closed and I was out back wrestling a fuel pump out of the gas tank to swap that out preemptively as they don't last as long as this one has, evAr, and I'm sure as hell not going to get stuck 400 miles from home with a bum pump knowing full well it was way past its expiration date...
A guy from a local garage came barging through the warehouse door (mind you, the building is locked up, the sign in the front window says CLOSED, and the POS system is shut down..) and fairly demanded some parts. Really? We're closed, I'm coated in gasoline up to my armpits, pissed off, and you're barging in the back door...
No, I won't bill you for them Monday. No, I won't fire the POS stuff back up and bill you for them now. If you want stuff, come back when we're open, for crying out loud. Actually, I'll GIVE 'em to you, and follow you back to your shop, and you can change my oil for me, and bill ME for it on Monday, right? Oh, no? Ah. Well, we're on the same page then it seems.
As an aside, you shouldn't really be working on your vehicle drunk, let alone driving it. It's pretty bad when I'm coated in gasoline and can smell beer on you from 6 feet away.
So, the scene: it was a slow saturday at the store. I'm trying to get a relic automobile of mine ready to head to a rather large get-together of similar automobiles next weekend a couple states away, and not having much luck. Sitting around the warehouse out back is a manual transmission that I just rebuilt and have to install, a radiator, every cooling system hose in the darn thing, and a few other choice bits and pieces. At the time, we'd just closed and I was out back wrestling a fuel pump out of the gas tank to swap that out preemptively as they don't last as long as this one has, evAr, and I'm sure as hell not going to get stuck 400 miles from home with a bum pump knowing full well it was way past its expiration date...
A guy from a local garage came barging through the warehouse door (mind you, the building is locked up, the sign in the front window says CLOSED, and the POS system is shut down..) and fairly demanded some parts. Really? We're closed, I'm coated in gasoline up to my armpits, pissed off, and you're barging in the back door...
No, I won't bill you for them Monday. No, I won't fire the POS stuff back up and bill you for them now. If you want stuff, come back when we're open, for crying out loud. Actually, I'll GIVE 'em to you, and follow you back to your shop, and you can change my oil for me, and bill ME for it on Monday, right? Oh, no? Ah. Well, we're on the same page then it seems.
As an aside, you shouldn't really be working on your vehicle drunk, let alone driving it. It's pretty bad when I'm coated in gasoline and can smell beer on you from 6 feet away.
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