Post by Bret Walker on Feb 25, 2002 10:41:17 GMT -5
About a month ago, I had a couple flats on my car. We only have the one car, so that puts us out of commission as far as work and everything else is concerned. We had it taken to a nearby Goodyear (Mitchell Tire in Glassboro, NJ), and while they were replacing the tires, they said "You know, you really ought to get your hoses replaced. They're a little soft." We said we couldn't do it right then, but we'd bring it back in a month or so.
So I got my tax refund (because I'm on the friggin ball when it comes to my income tax return, believe me!), and we figured we'd get the car fixed up. I took it in on Saturday, and the guy said "Well, we quoted you $150, but that was just for the hoses. You really ought to get a new thermostat and a full cooling system flush. So that will run you $250 total." And I was like, whatever, let's do it, less to worry about later.
So then he calls us back later that day. While taking out the thermostat, they broke off a bolt and would have to drill it out. I said no problem, but we need to have it back by Monday. He said "Monday night?" I said no, Monday day, because it's our only car, and I need to get to work. He said "Well, we're closed on Sunday, so we won't be able to get to it until Monday."
[glow=red,2,300]Fuck![/glow]
So now it's Monday. He calls and says that in order to get the bolt out, he has to take off the intake manifold. Which will cost an additional $225. And now I'm thinking, hey, we wouldn't be in this fucking predicament if you hadn't taken out the fucking thermostat, which was your fucking suggestion in the first fucking place! Now I have to pay $225 for them to get out a fucking bolt that they broke off? But guess what? It's my only car. The guy says "What do you want me to do?" I said "Well you have me over the barrel here. You gotta do what you gotta do, because it's my only car, and you know you have me where you want me."
This is why I don't work as a mechanic anymore. I couldn't stand ripping people off. But let me tell you something, this guy is not getting away with it scott free. First of all, I'm not going to take this quietly. He's going to know exactly how I feel, and so will everyone else in the shop. Also, I will never take my car back there, and neither will anyone else I know. This mother fucker done fucked his last ass as far as I'm concerned.
Exhibit B in why I hate people.
So I got my tax refund (because I'm on the friggin ball when it comes to my income tax return, believe me!), and we figured we'd get the car fixed up. I took it in on Saturday, and the guy said "Well, we quoted you $150, but that was just for the hoses. You really ought to get a new thermostat and a full cooling system flush. So that will run you $250 total." And I was like, whatever, let's do it, less to worry about later.
So then he calls us back later that day. While taking out the thermostat, they broke off a bolt and would have to drill it out. I said no problem, but we need to have it back by Monday. He said "Monday night?" I said no, Monday day, because it's our only car, and I need to get to work. He said "Well, we're closed on Sunday, so we won't be able to get to it until Monday."
[glow=red,2,300]Fuck![/glow]
So now it's Monday. He calls and says that in order to get the bolt out, he has to take off the intake manifold. Which will cost an additional $225. And now I'm thinking, hey, we wouldn't be in this fucking predicament if you hadn't taken out the fucking thermostat, which was your fucking suggestion in the first fucking place! Now I have to pay $225 for them to get out a fucking bolt that they broke off? But guess what? It's my only car. The guy says "What do you want me to do?" I said "Well you have me over the barrel here. You gotta do what you gotta do, because it's my only car, and you know you have me where you want me."
This is why I don't work as a mechanic anymore. I couldn't stand ripping people off. But let me tell you something, this guy is not getting away with it scott free. First of all, I'm not going to take this quietly. He's going to know exactly how I feel, and so will everyone else in the shop. Also, I will never take my car back there, and neither will anyone else I know. This mother fucker done fucked his last ass as far as I'm concerned.
Exhibit B in why I hate people.
