Do people not realize that mechanics have to enter your car to fix it?!? Have you no sense of dignity?!?
Er, backstory: I work in a car dealership in the parts departement. Ergo, I deal with mechanics, the Loveliest People On The Planet. *forced smile*
A tech comes up to the parts counter, bitching and moaning about this chicks car. (He assumed that it was a chick due to the "tanning lotion" and "girly crap" in the car.) He was complaining about the smell in this girls car and how it reeked of weed, had Sublime blasting on the stereo when he got in the car, and was a general mess. He couldn't help but wonder why you would smoke weed in the car if you're just going to bring it to the shop the next day.
(As an aside, the rim was bent and tire damaged because it had hit a rim. As such, the tech was wondering if the two things--rim damage and weed smell--are related.)
Er, backstory: I work in a car dealership in the parts departement. Ergo, I deal with mechanics, the Loveliest People On The Planet. *forced smile*
A tech comes up to the parts counter, bitching and moaning about this chicks car. (He assumed that it was a chick due to the "tanning lotion" and "girly crap" in the car.) He was complaining about the smell in this girls car and how it reeked of weed, had Sublime blasting on the stereo when he got in the car, and was a general mess. He couldn't help but wonder why you would smoke weed in the car if you're just going to bring it to the shop the next day.
(As an aside, the rim was bent and tire damaged because it had hit a rim. As such, the tech was wondering if the two things--rim damage and weed smell--are related.)
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