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I don't know what it is about those of us on this site who are constantly subject to this kind of nonesense, but whatever it is, is there a cure?
It was time for my very first oil change for my new baby boy. I was already pretty tired from working all of Thursday night, as always, and didn't get any catnaps in between laundry cycles because I was putting a fall playlist together for my car, since I have all that fancy stuff in there now
This is a lube and go (not at the dealership, but the same name as the dealership, to offer more places to get oil changes), you pull up and wait for the next available bay, the guy will come out and wave you in. Just to note that. You tell them what you want when you're inside, and you pay when you're done. You can get out of your car while they service it and get some food or drink or watch TV or read in the lounge.
So I'm reading some celebrity trash magazine and trying to stay awake, as I'm getting a change and my tires rotated.
In walks this miserable older broad. The second she walked in, she was negative energy, she was huffing and puffing about having to wait, a few more vehicles had gotten in line since I'd went in. Well, no shit. But it's clear as day when you get off the main road, you can see if there is a line or not. Why did you even stop, then? When I got there, I was next in line. I usually pick Friday afternoons for oil changes because most people are at work.
So she's huffing and puffing away, essentially just talking to herself, and she goes to the counter and says to the poor young girl "I just want a BASIC OIL CHANGE. How long is it going to be?!"
The young lady answers "Well, you have to wait for the next available bay, you will be motioned in.....and you can just tell them when you get in what you want, because they'll make recommendations before. And you don't have to pay until it's done. If you want to wait in here, that's fine."
The lady huffed and puffed a bit more to herself, and decided to pop a squat....you guessed it, RIGHT next to me. She hemmed and hawed at a few magazines, then settled on watching CNN. She started making random remarks about whatever they were talking about, and then she started bugging me. I could see she was trying to read my magazine from sitting next to me. I was reading some article about how some celebrities have changed in x many years, and the old cow goes "So how have YOU changed in 20 years?"
I fought the urge to say "With all due respect, 20 years ago, I was 3 years old. I can tell you that pretty much everything has changed" or "Piss off you miserable hag, and let me read in peace" and just said "Oh, a lot, I guess." I may have looked tired, but can't you see that I would have been just a little kid 20 years ago? What kind of question is that?!
She then asks me "How much are the oil changes here?"
The damn prices are in huge letters right in front of you, you freak. Every service they have, with the prices, are right IN FRONT OF YOU.
I swallowed hard and responded "Well, see all the prices are right there," I pointed to the big bold options and prices. "I myself just get the basic oil change, $27.99. If you want synthetic oil or 'higher end' stuff, it's in the 40 to 60 dollar range."
She goes off. Oh great. "What is it about these dealership oil change places that they charge so much more? Midas and Wolverine only charge $20 for a basic oil change!"
"I've always liked this place. They always do a 16 point inspection with your oil change, other places just check to see if all of your lights work and top off your fluids. They are really thorough here. I've actually been coming here since before I even owned a GM vehicle. I come here instead of the GM place I got my car from now, because it's closer to home and still GM." I responded. I've been going to this place since before I even went the good way of GM vehicles. There are a few surly and somewhat sexist idiot guys that work there, but usually not on Friday afternoons, that's when all the young bucks are working.
She huffed and puffed again. "WELL! I guess that would explain it. I have been coming here for years, but I still am no fan of these prices!"
If you have been coming here for years, wouldn't you know the damn prices by now? They haven't changed in a long time. Not to MENTION, the fact that you don't just park and walk in, you get in line and wait to be waived in?
Anyway, her phone goes off. Esh. The old crone starts yapping about having to wait for her oil change, and then says "Yes, I'm at XLubeNWash, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah" (ok, so blah blah blah is what I got out of it)
The girl says that she can go out and get her car and bring it in now, so the cow starts walking up, and loud enough for EVERYONE to hear, goes "Yes, remember the dealership that messed up my catalytic converter? Yep, I'm at their LubeNWash. Well, I don't know why I still come here, after they screwed me out of $400 on that thing."
Thankfully, she went outside and got her car, but unfortunately, as soon as she got into the bay area, she did the finger point and got all huffy puffy with the attendant. I couldn't hear her because I was in the other area, but her body language and mouth movements sounded like "Don't you dare mess up my car now you hear?!"
Good lord. I need some Pest Be Gone.
It was time for my very first oil change for my new baby boy. I was already pretty tired from working all of Thursday night, as always, and didn't get any catnaps in between laundry cycles because I was putting a fall playlist together for my car, since I have all that fancy stuff in there now
This is a lube and go (not at the dealership, but the same name as the dealership, to offer more places to get oil changes), you pull up and wait for the next available bay, the guy will come out and wave you in. Just to note that. You tell them what you want when you're inside, and you pay when you're done. You can get out of your car while they service it and get some food or drink or watch TV or read in the lounge.
So I'm reading some celebrity trash magazine and trying to stay awake, as I'm getting a change and my tires rotated.
In walks this miserable older broad. The second she walked in, she was negative energy, she was huffing and puffing about having to wait, a few more vehicles had gotten in line since I'd went in. Well, no shit. But it's clear as day when you get off the main road, you can see if there is a line or not. Why did you even stop, then? When I got there, I was next in line. I usually pick Friday afternoons for oil changes because most people are at work.
So she's huffing and puffing away, essentially just talking to herself, and she goes to the counter and says to the poor young girl "I just want a BASIC OIL CHANGE. How long is it going to be?!"
The young lady answers "Well, you have to wait for the next available bay, you will be motioned in.....and you can just tell them when you get in what you want, because they'll make recommendations before. And you don't have to pay until it's done. If you want to wait in here, that's fine."
The lady huffed and puffed a bit more to herself, and decided to pop a squat....you guessed it, RIGHT next to me. She hemmed and hawed at a few magazines, then settled on watching CNN. She started making random remarks about whatever they were talking about, and then she started bugging me. I could see she was trying to read my magazine from sitting next to me. I was reading some article about how some celebrities have changed in x many years, and the old cow goes "So how have YOU changed in 20 years?"
I fought the urge to say "With all due respect, 20 years ago, I was 3 years old. I can tell you that pretty much everything has changed" or "Piss off you miserable hag, and let me read in peace" and just said "Oh, a lot, I guess." I may have looked tired, but can't you see that I would have been just a little kid 20 years ago? What kind of question is that?!
She then asks me "How much are the oil changes here?"
The damn prices are in huge letters right in front of you, you freak. Every service they have, with the prices, are right IN FRONT OF YOU.
I swallowed hard and responded "Well, see all the prices are right there," I pointed to the big bold options and prices. "I myself just get the basic oil change, $27.99. If you want synthetic oil or 'higher end' stuff, it's in the 40 to 60 dollar range."
She goes off. Oh great. "What is it about these dealership oil change places that they charge so much more? Midas and Wolverine only charge $20 for a basic oil change!"
"I've always liked this place. They always do a 16 point inspection with your oil change, other places just check to see if all of your lights work and top off your fluids. They are really thorough here. I've actually been coming here since before I even owned a GM vehicle. I come here instead of the GM place I got my car from now, because it's closer to home and still GM." I responded. I've been going to this place since before I even went the good way of GM vehicles. There are a few surly and somewhat sexist idiot guys that work there, but usually not on Friday afternoons, that's when all the young bucks are working.
She huffed and puffed again. "WELL! I guess that would explain it. I have been coming here for years, but I still am no fan of these prices!"
If you have been coming here for years, wouldn't you know the damn prices by now? They haven't changed in a long time. Not to MENTION, the fact that you don't just park and walk in, you get in line and wait to be waived in?
Anyway, her phone goes off. Esh. The old crone starts yapping about having to wait for her oil change, and then says "Yes, I'm at XLubeNWash, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah" (ok, so blah blah blah is what I got out of it)
The girl says that she can go out and get her car and bring it in now, so the cow starts walking up, and loud enough for EVERYONE to hear, goes "Yes, remember the dealership that messed up my catalytic converter? Yep, I'm at their LubeNWash. Well, I don't know why I still come here, after they screwed me out of $400 on that thing."
Thankfully, she went outside and got her car, but unfortunately, as soon as she got into the bay area, she did the finger point and got all huffy puffy with the attendant. I couldn't hear her because I was in the other area, but her body language and mouth movements sounded like "Don't you dare mess up my car now you hear?!"
Good lord. I need some Pest Be Gone.
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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