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Some of these are from yesterday. Some from today.
Cute little puppy dog.
Pulled a ticket for an oil change and went out to pull the car into my bay. There's a huge snarling rottweiler in the backseat.
So I go and talk to the service writer, he tells me the dog is nice just go ahead and pull it in and get it done. So asked him if the thing was growling and barking at him when he pulled it around from the service entrance. He said no.
So we end up going to the customer.
Me: Sir, Would you mind getting your dog out of your car for me. He seems to dislike me for some reason.
Cute Little Puppy Dog Guy: Oh, he won't bite you. He's just a cute little puppy dog!
Me: Well he was growling and barking at me before I even got near to your car.
CLPDG: But he's just a cute little puppy dog! He wouldn't hurt a fly!
Me: I'm sorry sir, but I don't feel comfortable with your dog in the car. I'm going to be getting in and out of your car a few times and the way he reacted to me I'm not certain that he won't hurt me somehow.
CLPDG: Fine I'll go get my cute little puppy dog out of my car.
We walk out to the car and he opens the door and the dog lunges at me. Now I'm standing well off about 10 feet or so away and the guy was able to catch his cute little puppy dog before he got to me.
CLPDG: Oh my Gawd! I've never seen Cutesy act this way before! He must not like you!
Me: I would never have guessed. (We had been joking around a little when we were walking to his car)
CLPDG: You don't have any cats do you?
Me: Well I've got two actually.
CLPDG: Cutesy HATES cats! He's killed two.
Nice. Well at least I have something in common with Cutesy. Maybe we can start healing our relationship from there.
Air Filters, Cabin Filters, Oil Filters, Transmission Filters and Fuel Filters
Pulled a ticket that said replace the fuel filter. Okay not a biggie, a PITA with out certain tools but I can borrow.
Pull in the car, price out a filter and go show it to the customer. The fuel filter was ten bucks. The customer asked me why are they so expensive. Told her I don't know. Then she asks me this gem.
Filter Lady: What does a fuel filter do?
Me: (what does the name imply?) Well, ma'am, it filters trash that gets into your gas tank like sand and dirt and helps filter some impurities in the gas itself.
FL: Wait, it filters the gas? My husband told me it filters the air? Or maybe the oil?
Me: (the hell?) You have several different types of filters on your car that work with various different parts of your engine and transmission. Your vehicle actually has two air filters. One that filters out dirt and dust from the air your engine needs to run, and the other is your cabin filter which does the same only it does it for you and not your engine. Your oil filter helps keep your oil clean and traps engine sludge.
FL: Well my husband told me I need the filter that filters that stuff that looks like blood.
Me: Oh, well, now, that would be your transmission filter. I'll go price a transmission job out for you. I'll be back in a minute.
I can understand not knowing the name of the service you need off the top of your head. But when your doing something that you have no idea what you need but someone has told you, write it down, please?
They may be ruthless bastards, but they work hard
So theres no need to let your kid run around with a knife and cut off all the balloons that those poor salesmen spent 4 hours tying to those cars. It's just not nice.
And to the salesmen. I'm a mechanic, not a balloon wrangler. I don't get paid to put balloons on cars. I get paid to work on cars. If yall pay me .1 or .2 per balloon that I tie to cars I'll be more than happy to do it. Hell, I'll do the whole lot. But don'tget pissy when you ask me to do something that I wont be paid for and I refuse.
And the WTF.
Did an oil change on a big truck. Can of skoal in the center console. Cowboy hat on the passenger side dash. A lasso lying in the back seat. Tool box in the bed and a bale hay sitting near the tailgate.
Went up front to sell an air filter. No one matched the picture in my head of the person who drove this truck. Talked to the service writer and he points me to a skinny pale kid dressed in all black with 6 inch spiked hair.
I was confuzzeld.
Cute little puppy dog.
Pulled a ticket for an oil change and went out to pull the car into my bay. There's a huge snarling rottweiler in the backseat.
So I go and talk to the service writer, he tells me the dog is nice just go ahead and pull it in and get it done. So asked him if the thing was growling and barking at him when he pulled it around from the service entrance. He said no.
So we end up going to the customer.
Me: Sir, Would you mind getting your dog out of your car for me. He seems to dislike me for some reason.
Cute Little Puppy Dog Guy: Oh, he won't bite you. He's just a cute little puppy dog!
Me: Well he was growling and barking at me before I even got near to your car.
CLPDG: But he's just a cute little puppy dog! He wouldn't hurt a fly!
Me: I'm sorry sir, but I don't feel comfortable with your dog in the car. I'm going to be getting in and out of your car a few times and the way he reacted to me I'm not certain that he won't hurt me somehow.
CLPDG: Fine I'll go get my cute little puppy dog out of my car.
We walk out to the car and he opens the door and the dog lunges at me. Now I'm standing well off about 10 feet or so away and the guy was able to catch his cute little puppy dog before he got to me.
CLPDG: Oh my Gawd! I've never seen Cutesy act this way before! He must not like you!
Me: I would never have guessed. (We had been joking around a little when we were walking to his car)
CLPDG: You don't have any cats do you?
Me: Well I've got two actually.
CLPDG: Cutesy HATES cats! He's killed two.
Nice. Well at least I have something in common with Cutesy. Maybe we can start healing our relationship from there.
Air Filters, Cabin Filters, Oil Filters, Transmission Filters and Fuel Filters
Pulled a ticket that said replace the fuel filter. Okay not a biggie, a PITA with out certain tools but I can borrow.
Pull in the car, price out a filter and go show it to the customer. The fuel filter was ten bucks. The customer asked me why are they so expensive. Told her I don't know. Then she asks me this gem.
Filter Lady: What does a fuel filter do?
Me: (what does the name imply?) Well, ma'am, it filters trash that gets into your gas tank like sand and dirt and helps filter some impurities in the gas itself.
FL: Wait, it filters the gas? My husband told me it filters the air? Or maybe the oil?
Me: (the hell?) You have several different types of filters on your car that work with various different parts of your engine and transmission. Your vehicle actually has two air filters. One that filters out dirt and dust from the air your engine needs to run, and the other is your cabin filter which does the same only it does it for you and not your engine. Your oil filter helps keep your oil clean and traps engine sludge.
FL: Well my husband told me I need the filter that filters that stuff that looks like blood.
Me: Oh, well, now, that would be your transmission filter. I'll go price a transmission job out for you. I'll be back in a minute.
I can understand not knowing the name of the service you need off the top of your head. But when your doing something that you have no idea what you need but someone has told you, write it down, please?
They may be ruthless bastards, but they work hard
So theres no need to let your kid run around with a knife and cut off all the balloons that those poor salesmen spent 4 hours tying to those cars. It's just not nice.
And to the salesmen. I'm a mechanic, not a balloon wrangler. I don't get paid to put balloons on cars. I get paid to work on cars. If yall pay me .1 or .2 per balloon that I tie to cars I'll be more than happy to do it. Hell, I'll do the whole lot. But don'tget pissy when you ask me to do something that I wont be paid for and I refuse.
And the WTF.
Did an oil change on a big truck. Can of skoal in the center console. Cowboy hat on the passenger side dash. A lasso lying in the back seat. Tool box in the bed and a bale hay sitting near the tailgate.
Went up front to sell an air filter. No one matched the picture in my head of the person who drove this truck. Talked to the service writer and he points me to a skinny pale kid dressed in all black with 6 inch spiked hair.
I was confuzzeld.
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