Around here it can be hit and miss. The autozone in town here has only 2 peopl i will talk to if i really really really need a part now. I've known them both for a number years and know they can't bullshit me. The store manager how ever, I promised him to come out in the woods with us and he won't come back out... Here's the story...
I needed brakes for my ranger, i go in and talk to my buddy, he gets me seals pads and I'm ready to go. At the register the manger walks up and says what r those for? "Oh, his black ranger out there," Ken, the dick with ears manager procedes to them us i need new rotors cuz the trucks too old for them to be in good enough shape. My buddy looks at me and says, "What shape r your rotors in?" "Perfect, were replaced with the last set of pads and I'm just going to give them clean up cut on the lathe and be good to go. Oh and the bearings, calipers, slide pins and rear brakes r in perfect shape as well" I reassured Captain Cock Gobbler.
"Oh well at least buy some of this stuff, it will help Russ on his sale,"holding a packact of brake lube. "No thanks, I jars of the stuff at home, by the way Ken, i spend enough money here, don't try to up sale me with shit i know i don't need" he says fine and throws it in my bag just take it. I pay leave and 2 days later get around to changing my brakes. oull the parts out look at the recipt to find what? That a$$ clown charged me for the stuff i made sure i told him i wouldn't pay for it. At this time the rotors were off and one was on my lathe being turned so i called my buddy got the managers cell number had a convo with him. If i walkin the store now he hides in the back, cause i have "a way with words" when i'm made. My dad didn't know weather to laugh ur have me committed when i told him i was going to make him eat his own children.
But on a lighter note, i worked at Advance for 2 years while i was in college and its was great entertainment. Come in still drunk to open the store on sunday morning, all the old timers looking for shit that hasn't been around since they outlawed dinosaurs on city streets. The best was 2 older guys came in asking what i could get them for an engine that was locked up. Mind you, all 3 of us working that day were out at the same party all the nite before, we were all in rough shape. So I responded " Well buddy we sell a large number of remanufactured engines here, tell me what u need it for and I'll help ya pick ur poison" Not interested in an engine the man tells me " No son theres some stuff u guys sell here that i can pour into my engine that will free it up in no time and i can be on my way."
Now there is 2 older men with dead serious looks on the face, 2 younger fellas, I was 19 and the other counterman was 17 and the manager was 22, all wide eyed not knowing to laugh or be amazed, the manager respondes with i cantdo this and walks the back laughing his ass off. So I say "how is the engine locked up? from sitting or did it lock up on u while it was running". "Its locked up and I need the stuff u pour in to the motor to free it up" was the reply i got for a series of questions. Now the hangover started to set up and my patients left me. I finally loudly said to the man and the now gathering crowd " Look there is no miricale cure in a can to fix the engine u scattered, believe i was their was such a thing, cuz i wouldn't be here dealing with you right now." The best thing i can tell you to do is get a breaker bar a socket and a big pipe and try to turn the engine over, if it frees up and runs, thats great, u should go to church since it is sunday morning and all, and pray to the lord for helpin you out cuz I'm done trying... Fukkin A i need a smoke," and walked away. The manager stopped the guy before he could say anything and said"The kid's right, sorry we can't help u".
As soon as they 2 guys walked out the door, one of our commerical customer's said "Well that guy was an idiot huh?"
Oh the memories, Ps, I restore cars, I'm not an english teacher sorry, for lack good writing form