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I got one. I stopped by the store for dog food after work today. In typical male fashion i was in and out, on a mission, so i didnt even look around to see this little indian lady and her 14-15 year old son with their hood popped on the row behind me.
I guess she assumed that the bimmer is kinda loud and has a few stickers on it, so i might know about cars. I am walking out and just happened to make eye contact with them, and she without hesitation waved me over. I was really like FUUCK, it's hot, i dont carry jumper cables, you're on your own, take your ass back in the store in the a/c.
But I signaled to give me a sec, so i can drop the dog food off. So I go over, and her son is holding a tire iron under the hood, and all i could thing was he was about to lay it across both posts of the battery or something, so i took it from him, and asked what they were trying to do.
She explained that the starter was going out and she called her husband and he told her to tap on it. Now, i know that works, but I have never once looked under the hood of a 90s camry, so i didnt even know where to begin to look. She gave me some vague idea of where to look cause she had seen him do it. after laying on the ground (in work clothes and hot AF concrete, i gave up and determined i wasn't gonna get it from there. so i went back up top.
I was terrified because the hood streuts were out and it was just this little 50+ year old lady holding the hood up for me, and she kept complaining that it was too hot, so she kept switching hands. anyways 30 minutes later, and after i finally found the damn thing. i had her son start it up, and it worked.
I am bald AF so i sweat like nobodies business. Once it started, i looked her dead in the eye, said good luck with it. and ran to my car to get in the AC.
It felt good, but sometimes fuck a favor.
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Originally posted by Tremor14 View Post
It felt good, but sometimes fuck a favor.
I know precisely dick all about vehicles but I like to see if it's something simple. I had him open the hood (took a few minutes for him to find the release) and I asked him to hit the key. Nothing. No click, no buzzer, nothing. Cool, battery. I know this stuff. My wife and kids were in the truck with the AC on so I didn't want to bother with that so I grabbed my starter pack and tried to crank it with that. The engine spun a few times and killed the starter pack. No biggie. It's 700 CCA and 350 CA that has been in the back of the truck for 6 months without a recharge. At least I know what it is.
He called his wife to come get him and I told him "Dude, take this battery, go get another." He couldn't take the battery off because he had zero tools in a Nissan 4 runner (whatever that is) that looks like it has to be worked on often and he had a mechanic on speed dial. When I left, he was going into the Dollar General to get a pair of pliers to try to take the terminals off.
I'm about retarded but damn. He told me another guy tried to jump his truck off but I looked at both his truck and the car and am guessing that they were using the cheapest Walmart cables they could find.
I did get a Thank You but if your truck isn't making a sound and your battery is from 2011....get another battery.I wear a Fez. Fez-es are cool
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DrP and $20, lets go! LOL
I have cameras and that Stripes always has at least one cop in its lot so I am not worried about it.
And entitled women customers piss me off the most. Have one old lady that comes in almost monthly for tires and every time I tell her we dont sell tires so she then goes into how she has brain cancer. She tells me this story 20 times every time she comes in for the last 4 years so I know its BS. I once again say we dont do tires so she lays the sob story that her husband died (like it was recient) but in fact was 26 years ago.She then again reminds me she has brain cancer and why cant i just go out to her house, pick up the car, get it inspected (which we dont do) and then go put tires on it (which we dont do) and then fill the tank, She entices me with $5. There is nothing wrong with her mind you, she just figured out how to play the sympothy card and it took my landlord and some other customers to point this out to me.
But we have this other one that when i hear her voice I just want to scream. She is Indian and this is how she greets us every damn time. We will be in the shop, covered in grease, tools and parts in hand and she will stop in such a way in my lot that it blocks 4 parking stalls, all three bays and the enterance to the inspection station. She will then LAY on the horn non stop until one of us stop what we are doing amd go see what this lazy rude bitch wants. "HOW MUCH FOR BRAKES!?" i dont know, I need to see whats wrong. "ITS THE BRAKES! I JUST TOLD YOU!" Yes ma'am but there are many parts and I have to inspect them. "FINE! JUST TELL ME HOW MUCH! AND YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME A RIDE BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO WAIT!" I use caps lock because she is always yelling and has a shrill nails across a chalk board voice with the thickest middle eastern accent ever. So I set her an appointment for 9 am next day and she does not show. She shows up 3 days latter at 11 and is now yelling at me because I didnt have a bay open and she said she was coming. Like I should leave a bay open all week because she MAY show up. So I set her another 9 am appointment. She shows up at 4 and expects the car to be done the same say and says "YOU GIVE ME RIDE!" like 10 more times. So I do the job, she wont spring for me to turn the rotors so I pad slap it and tell her that the brakes will make noise because the rotors are warped and glazed. She chews me out more saying I dont know what i am doing then. Argh.
Sure enough a week latter she pulls in, blocks the entire driveway and lays on her horn while we are working. This time we just ignored her until the landlord that runs the inspection station came outside and told ger to shut the fuck up. he then came over to tell me how bad of a person is but hes friends with her husband. .he then says dont ever work on her car. LOL
So she parks where she is only in three spots and storms in my bay and yells at me that the brakes make noise. I once again point out the reason why and its because she did not allow me to do a proper service on it. She demands her money back or she will sue and yada yada yada. Well my landlord hears all this and 5 minutes later I get a call from her husband profusly appologizing to me and not to worry about it. I asked him if he needed future work then please bring the vehicle himself and i will take care of him but i wont deal with your wife again. he said I am not the first person to tell him that. LOL
So Friday i am at Stripes across the street filling both my 5 gallon shop gas cans and there she is. She sees me and lays on the horn and franticly waves me over. i oblidge and go over and without a hello or anything she anoyingly shouts "I just bout 6- 12 packs of DrPepper, go inside and get it and load it in my car!" I get 8" from her face and loudly shout "HA!" and walk off back to finish filling my cans. She said something about Allah punishing me for not following her orders.
WTF? Some people just really need to be let off this planet.Last edited by LaserSVT; 08-10-2015, 09:33 PM.Good judgment comes from bad decisions and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
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LOL @ the laying on the horn. It's a middle eastern thing. Here they pull up to a restaurant or store and honk till someone comes takes their order and brings it to them. God forbid they have to do something for themselves. We have to go through security gates a couple times a day, if you honk after waiting 5 minutes while they play with their smartphone they go apeshit because you are making them lose face. It's the the arrogant and rude version of the Beverly Hillbillies.
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Hahhahahaabhaha
Indians are very entitled, my neighbor can't grasp sarcasm, he works at Toyota went to MIT and drives two minivans. I give him grief about the vans and he gets very very serious and defends them as economical. I have to calm him down explaining my sarcasm.
The Indian culture is very much like a fle market. They expect you to jump for a dollar and do anything for a sale
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