Another story about checking in the back room.
And here is a picture of what everyone thinks the back room looks like. And another picture.
And here is a picture of what everyone thinks the back room looks like. And another picture.
Just one more example of the wonderful phenomenon wherein reality conflicts with what someone "knows", and they refuse to accept reality. I finally just tell them I want my money back and head off to another branch of that chain in a different part of the city. The box they give me has the exact same part number as the one the first store tried to give me, but lo and behold, the part actually in the box matches the one that I have on my truck. How the first store got the wrong cap in the right box I have no idea. That branch has since closed down, not that this surprises me; every time I tried to get parts there I wound up tearing my hair out. Only downside is that they were the last parts store in walking distance of my house, so now I can't take some vital piece of the engine to the store with me unless I drive another car or my bike.)

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