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Days over, punched the clock, and I'm on my way out the back door.
Walking to said back door requires I first walk out the "office" part of the building and into the "service" department, then around the lifts, around the tire rack and then to the far wall of service where the man-door to the bodyshop is, walk through there, skirt around the six partially-disassembled cars, go through the roll-up door next to the paint booth, make a sharp 90 degree turn, walk around the frame-straightening machine, avoid snagging shoulder on the MIG welder, assuming it's there and nobody's using it, and then go out the final man-door to exit the level, blue key required, and it's always in that room with the 20 imps behind the automatic pop-down wall when you grab it
Curses, didn't even make it that far today.
As soon as I go through service's door, a car comes rolling into the shop, cutting me off.
No big, stuff moves in and out of here all the time, I just go to walk around it when the window rolls down, the guy driving it isn't one of our service techs.
"Hey, excuse me, but, I was just wondering, where around here does a guy go to get a beer?"
Uh.... wait, did you....... did you just drive in off the street, go through our parking lot, and drive INTO the service bay, and you're not a customer, you're asking ME for directions to a bottle shop?
I was stunned speechless
The driver of the car apparently took that to mean I didn't understand his question.
"Yeah, I just need to know where I can a beer, just a bottle! To go! All I need's one!"
Uh.......
no, just, no! It's 5 past quittin' time for me! I am NOT doing this today, not tomorrow, not ever.
"Sorry bud, can't help you, I don't drink" (and you can polygraph me on that one, it's true!)
I quickly step around the car and hit the crashbar on the far door to get out of there as quickly as possible. Making sure to tell the bodyshop techs that they better hurry up and get over to service if they want to see the dumbest guy to ever drive a car through there since we fired ol' "One-Bolt-per-Hour" Shaw last year.
Seriously, what unholy confluence of thoughts converged in his head to make him think to do that? To just drive in an open garage door of a business and treat us like his own personal MapQuest?
Man, however it happened, I seriously doubt you, need to be adding some alcohol to that mix!
In retrospect, I shoulda' given him directions to the police station, they have a roll-up garage door in the side of their building too! Sure, just drive on in there, unannounced, I'm sure they'll help you out!
And it's not even FRIDAY man!
Walking to said back door requires I first walk out the "office" part of the building and into the "service" department, then around the lifts, around the tire rack and then to the far wall of service where the man-door to the bodyshop is, walk through there, skirt around the six partially-disassembled cars, go through the roll-up door next to the paint booth, make a sharp 90 degree turn, walk around the frame-straightening machine, avoid snagging shoulder on the MIG welder, assuming it's there and nobody's using it, and then go out the final man-door to exit the level, blue key required, and it's always in that room with the 20 imps behind the automatic pop-down wall when you grab it
Curses, didn't even make it that far today.
As soon as I go through service's door, a car comes rolling into the shop, cutting me off.
No big, stuff moves in and out of here all the time, I just go to walk around it when the window rolls down, the guy driving it isn't one of our service techs.
"Hey, excuse me, but, I was just wondering, where around here does a guy go to get a beer?"
Uh.... wait, did you....... did you just drive in off the street, go through our parking lot, and drive INTO the service bay, and you're not a customer, you're asking ME for directions to a bottle shop?
I was stunned speechless
The driver of the car apparently took that to mean I didn't understand his question.
"Yeah, I just need to know where I can a beer, just a bottle! To go! All I need's one!"
Uh.......
no, just, no! It's 5 past quittin' time for me! I am NOT doing this today, not tomorrow, not ever."Sorry bud, can't help you, I don't drink" (and you can polygraph me on that one, it's true!)
I quickly step around the car and hit the crashbar on the far door to get out of there as quickly as possible. Making sure to tell the bodyshop techs that they better hurry up and get over to service if they want to see the dumbest guy to ever drive a car through there since we fired ol' "One-Bolt-per-Hour" Shaw last year.
Seriously, what unholy confluence of thoughts converged in his head to make him think to do that? To just drive in an open garage door of a business and treat us like his own personal MapQuest?
Man, however it happened, I seriously doubt you, need to be adding some alcohol to that mix!
In retrospect, I shoulda' given him directions to the police station, they have a roll-up garage door in the side of their building too! Sure, just drive on in there, unannounced, I'm sure they'll help you out!
And it's not even FRIDAY man!
. And the crew in the shop would load it into your car. Think of it like a shack that holds beer with a gas station dinger 
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