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Part I: I believe I found my curse...
Jul. 3rd, 2007 11:46 amEveryone in my family is cursed, but in a different way.
My father cannot get good food and good service at any restaurant at the same time. Everyone else at the table will get an enjoyable experience, but he will get screwed. I've seen it in action.
It appears that my curse is... Mechanics.
I quit going to Grease Monkey because, even though I requested it, they keep sending me crap in the mail. No, it's not a 'friendly reminder' - It's crap.
So, yesterday, I thought I'd give Jiffy-Lube a shot. They've jacked me around... oh.. about 15 years ago, and I've never been back. Maybe they were better now.
Pull in. No cars in the bays. Friendly peon comes up, "Need a oil change?"
"Yep. You do synthetic?"
"Yes, but it's more expensive than our standard service."
"I'm good with that. Let's go that route."
I go into the waiting area and... wait. They pull my car into the bay and start, and the manager comes up. "Okay, let's get you processed."
"Okay."
"What's your name?"
"Duckhunter. Duckhunter Trumbo."
"Mailing address?"
"You don't need that.
"We need it for billing purposes."
"Err... I'm paying cash."
"We still need it for billing purposes."
"Okay. Get my car out of the bay, then."
Since my car was half drained at the time, they filled it up with 3 quarts of their generic oil. I was SO hoping that they would try to charge me for the oil. ("You can't take my money. You don't have a billing address."), but they just sent me on my way.
And, so help me, I'm taking my car (in about an hour) to Wal-Mart. For an oil change. BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE SUCKS!!
I'd give up my right leg to find a mechanic that does what I ask, does it right, and does it for a fair price...
My father cannot get good food and good service at any restaurant at the same time. Everyone else at the table will get an enjoyable experience, but he will get screwed. I've seen it in action.
It appears that my curse is... Mechanics.
I quit going to Grease Monkey because, even though I requested it, they keep sending me crap in the mail. No, it's not a 'friendly reminder' - It's crap.
So, yesterday, I thought I'd give Jiffy-Lube a shot. They've jacked me around... oh.. about 15 years ago, and I've never been back. Maybe they were better now.
Pull in. No cars in the bays. Friendly peon comes up, "Need a oil change?"
"Yep. You do synthetic?"
"Yes, but it's more expensive than our standard service."
"I'm good with that. Let's go that route."
I go into the waiting area and... wait. They pull my car into the bay and start, and the manager comes up. "Okay, let's get you processed."
"Okay."
"What's your name?"
"Duckhunter. Duckhunter Trumbo."
"Mailing address?"
"You don't need that.
"We need it for billing purposes."
"Err... I'm paying cash."
"We still need it for billing purposes."
"Okay. Get my car out of the bay, then."
Since my car was half drained at the time, they filled it up with 3 quarts of their generic oil. I was SO hoping that they would try to charge me for the oil. ("You can't take my money. You don't have a billing address."), but they just sent me on my way.
And, so help me, I'm taking my car (in about an hour) to Wal-Mart. For an oil change. BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE SUCKS!!
I'd give up my right leg to find a mechanic that does what I ask, does it right, and does it for a fair price...
