The other night, I was working overtime and was in the last hour of a 13 hour day. Things had slowed down so I was thinking “hey I may be able to relax and have a nice drive home tonight.”
Just then I heard a diesel engine and then this Dodge Ram pickup with duel rear wheels pulls up. This Russian guy jumps out and starts talking to me about his tires. After a minute I figured out that he wanted me to rotate his rear tires because he had uneven treadwear. I had to explain to him several times that we’d rotate the tires and check the air pressures because that could be the source of most of his problems.
I figured this would not be as difficult as having to do a full rotate and balance on all 6 wheels, I told him that it would be about 45 mins. He then told me that he had a Blow-and-Go (which is a breathalyzer that you have to pass before you can start the vehicle). That’s when I thought “crap, I’m not going home anytime soon.” Anytime some dumbass comes in with those things, they take off in the store and we can’t find them to start their f@#*ing car.
I pulled the vehicle in and got it lifted and started pulling off the rear wheels, and then the inner wheels wouldn’t come off. The hubs had rusted to the point where the steel wheels fused to the hubs. Half an hour later and a crap load of pounding with a sledge hammer, they came off and I figured ” hey now I can finish up and get this jerk out of here. Nope, wasn’t going to happen.
The guy came out and asked me if he should get his front tires rebalanced to eliminate vibration. I told him that it would probably take care of it, so he decides right then that he wants his front tires balanced. F#*& me, now you want me to mess with the front tires, and I have to track down the UPC to add an additional service to the work order. Luckily my supervisor came back so he helped me with the balancing.
I finally get the truck back together and guess what, the ass f$*& who had been standing over me while I work has now disappeared, right when we need his stupid ass to start the f@#*ing thing. He finally shows up, we get it started and I do the final torque. I see the end in sight and then the damn hubcaps won’t go back on. I get fed up with them and go to find someone to take over and then my lovely coworkers close all the doors and lock the customer entrance while I was still out there. After banging on the door an nearly going on a rampage, I finally got out 40 minutes after I was supposed to leave.
1 comment
david says:
October 23, 2011 at 10:31 pm (UTC -7 )
Ah Man- That sucks big time.
It’s time like this that make you wanna snap. (I wonder if there’s a movie about that?)