Meeting people as a mechanic.

[talisman]

I hear the clock, it's six a.m.
I feel so far from where I've been
I got my eggs and my pancakes too
I got my maple syrup, but this coffee tastes like poo.

[slow99]

Jewel?

[Pokulski-Blatz]

I hear the clock, it's six a.m.
I don't know where I've been
I got my eggs and my penis too
I got my maple syrup, but this coffee tastes makes me poo.

[Pokulski-Blatz]

Jewel?

[Probie]

Jewel

[helosailor]

I don't know if it's been mentioned yet, but I bet it was




Jewel.

[Pokulski-Blatz]

[YALE]

Oh, you guys!

[Tyrone Biggums]

Jewel's got some big 'ol titties.

[DON SVO]

Jewel's got some big 'ol titties.

250cc of saline does that for ya...

[diablo rojo]

[stephen4785]

I see your Jewel Osco and raise you this

[slow99]

I see your Jewel Osco and raise you this

Ricky Skaggs lives in Stephenville?

[Sleeper]

The alaska the last frontier people on discovery are her family.

[AdRock]

At one shop I worked at a lady brought in her car asking for the brakes to be checked. I pull the tires and both front rotors are worn to the vanes. Also, the metal backing from the pads has been worn half way through. Calipers leaking, hoses fucked. She hit the roof and freaked out when she saw the cost to fix it and demanded I give her car back. I made sure to write on the ticket that the car was completely unsafe to drive and should be towed away. She signed it so I threw the wheels back on and gave it back to her. A few days later we get a letter from a lawyer saying that the shop, and me personally, are being sued. She wrapped the car around a telephone pole getting off the highway. My boss sent a fax back to the lawyer with a copy of the ticket I made her sign and a nice note that said she could go fuck herself. We never heard anything back.


At another shop the owner would give me a vehicle and tell me it needed brakes or something fairly small. Then he and the owner of the car, always a different lady, would be gone for a few hours. They would come back and she would leave in her car. He was paying me to fix the cars so he could exchange services for services. I and the other tech showed up one morning to find some people taking apart the lifts. The owner had sold the place and never told either of us. We had to pack up parts into customers cars then call them to come get them. That sucked.


When I was at a Dodge dealer a lady brought in a Dakota for a check engine light. I check it with the scanner and the key has been cycled over a over a thousand time or something since the ECU was last reset. ANd the check engine light wasn't on. I check it out anyway and it's been severely neglected. I write it up for everything it needs and the customer isn't happy about it but agrees to have the stuff done. I get it done, it's running great and everything is good. She comes and gets the truck and not 5 minutes later comes screaming into the service drive, gets out and starts going apeshit on my advisor saying that the light came on right after they left the shop.

So I hook up the scanner, nothing, no CEL. So I take a ride with her, he husband jammed in the extra cab. As we come to a stoplight she starts screaming THERE!!!! RIGHT FUCKING THERE, THE LIGHT IS ON. I politely and calmly say " Maam, that's your washer fluid light, you"re low on windshield washer fluid." Her husbands head almost exploded because he wanted to laugh so bad. I got her back to the shop, filled the reservoir, and explained all the dash lights to her. I was the only person to touch that truck after that.