I haven't posted anything in a while so I am suffering from SC buildup. Allow me to vent......... LANGUAGE WARNING
Behold! The cost of technology!
COF:Cranky Old Fart
Me: Some other guy......
COF: I need a spare key made<holds out a transponder key>
Me:<oh shit> OK, sir, that is a transponder key, they cost $38 plus the labor charge to program it to your vehicle.
COF:ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
Me:<through gritted teeth>.....No......
COF:FUCK YOU!<stalks out the door>
Me:Thanks for coming in!
For those who don't know, most new cars come with a "chip" key that requires programming before it will start the vehicle. It is a pretty effective anti-theft technology, but it does cost more. Tough shit. Deal with it.
No receipt? No return.
DA: Dashmat Asshat<I'm a poet and didn't know it>
Me:
OK, I hate dashmats. They never fit like the picture shows, the color is never an exact match to the car interior, and this generates SC's. I hate dashmats.
I see DA walking in from outside. I have dealt with DA before, and I don't like him. He is a latino that is POSITIVE that white boys like myself are out to screw him, and when he doesn't get his unreasonable way he plays the race card. He's a dick.
DA: I need to return this. It doesn't fit.(Custom embroidered dashmat. I can't return it to the vendor. Anything with embroidery is ours for ever and ever.)
Me:<great>Do you have your receipt?
DA: No.
Me: I can't process a return without a receipt. You either need to bring that in or try to talk to the counterman who sold it to you. They may have a copy.
DA: This is bullshit! It doesn't fit! How can you sell me a dashmat that doesn't fit?
Me: Did you verify the application info with the counterman before you ordered it?
DA: No, but so what? He should have verified it with me!
Me: Right.......
At this point, my accomplice, J, walks in. J sold DA the dashmat.
DA: He sold it to me!<points at J>
Me: Good. J, have fun. I'm having a smokey treat.
After this was all over, I asked J what happened. Apparently, DA ordered a dashmat for his brother's truck, and got the year a full decade off. Of course it didn't fit. DA also tried to throw me under the bus by saying I was rude and a racist because I didn't just cave in. J did a no-receipt exchange for him and apparently that's what I was supposed to do. Not. Without. A. Receipt. That's policy. I stick to it.
Behold! The cost of technology!
COF:Cranky Old Fart
Me: Some other guy......
COF: I need a spare key made<holds out a transponder key>
Me:<oh shit> OK, sir, that is a transponder key, they cost $38 plus the labor charge to program it to your vehicle.
COF:ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
Me:<through gritted teeth>.....No......
COF:FUCK YOU!<stalks out the door>
Me:Thanks for coming in!
For those who don't know, most new cars come with a "chip" key that requires programming before it will start the vehicle. It is a pretty effective anti-theft technology, but it does cost more. Tough shit. Deal with it.
No receipt? No return.
DA: Dashmat Asshat<I'm a poet and didn't know it>
Me:
OK, I hate dashmats. They never fit like the picture shows, the color is never an exact match to the car interior, and this generates SC's. I hate dashmats.
I see DA walking in from outside. I have dealt with DA before, and I don't like him. He is a latino that is POSITIVE that white boys like myself are out to screw him, and when he doesn't get his unreasonable way he plays the race card. He's a dick.
DA: I need to return this. It doesn't fit.(Custom embroidered dashmat. I can't return it to the vendor. Anything with embroidery is ours for ever and ever.)
Me:<great>Do you have your receipt?
DA: No.
Me: I can't process a return without a receipt. You either need to bring that in or try to talk to the counterman who sold it to you. They may have a copy.
DA: This is bullshit! It doesn't fit! How can you sell me a dashmat that doesn't fit?
Me: Did you verify the application info with the counterman before you ordered it?
DA: No, but so what? He should have verified it with me!
Me: Right.......
At this point, my accomplice, J, walks in. J sold DA the dashmat.
DA: He sold it to me!<points at J>
Me: Good. J, have fun. I'm having a smokey treat.
After this was all over, I asked J what happened. Apparently, DA ordered a dashmat for his brother's truck, and got the year a full decade off. Of course it didn't fit. DA also tried to throw me under the bus by saying I was rude and a racist because I didn't just cave in. J did a no-receipt exchange for him and apparently that's what I was supposed to do. Not. Without. A. Receipt. That's policy. I stick to it.
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