Wednesday, May 23, 2007

 

I did not get pee'ed off

at any time today, in fact I laughed a lot. It was at times very funny. I got up early and had my lite breakfast.
Then after reading the mail I went to the desk for some paper work. I made out all the due bills. Then a trip to to PO for some 2 cents stamps. OK I'm out, what to do next. I decided to go and get the PU serviced. Remember last time when oil ran down my arms.
I went to Woodstock to let my Friend Tim do it. I got there to find today was his day off. That meant it would be strangers working on it. Well I came back to a shop just up the street and let strangers near home do the work. I ask for a transmission service and their $17.95 oil change special. That was with their bulk oil. I ask that they use Texaco 10w40. It will cost two more dollars per quart. I said I would pay the ten more bucks to get it. I ask if they had a courtesy car to run me home and pick me up. He said sure they would be happy to. I said lets do it.
Then the fun begins. I get a call saying they can't get the hood up. The hood latch pull cable is broke and has been for ages. I tell him about a pull chain I have behind the grille and I was sorry I forgot to tell them about it. He said I will try it. Ten minutes later I get a second call and he said he still couldn't get it open and was going to have to pull it out until they could pick me up later.
Then the service manager call and ask if I want to pay $ 75. to remove the grille and open the hood. NO Sir I don't.
I got on my bicycle and rode in to their shop in about 8 minute and popped the before before they could say hello. After I laugh at them, and again said sorry for not showing you. He started work. In a few minutes he came up to me with the service manage to tell me about transmission care and wear. I asked, are you the one that couldn't open a hood with a broke latch. We all laugh again, that is all but him, and he just grin and went back to work.
I put the bicycle in the back of the truck and watch them do the work.
Then they pulled it up front and it was time to pay. I ask are you charging me for the Texaco oil that didn't get put in the truck.
Because I watch him put bulk oil in it. He turned red in the face and called out to the guy and ask why the hell did you use bulk oil in Mr. Lacys truck, I forgot. I'm glad I had to pedal my butt back over here and watch you guys, still smiling.
The Manager said Mr Lacy this is on me, no charge. I don't business this way. You didn't get what you ask for.

And no oil dripping off my arms.
Back to putting the final touches on the dining room. I'm in my happy place.

Tomorrow is the day I carry Dad to the eye doctor.

Labels: Abner, fun day, stamps

posted by Johnnie 7:33 PM