On Enthusiasm
My last job on the shift today was a fairly simple oil and lube of some truck. It was kind of a piece of crap. All of the zerk fittings were worn out, so I couldn't truly lube them. The slack adjusters were pretty old. I guess it had about 1.5 million miles on the odometer. Anyhow, the guy was wierd.
We got done changing out his fuel filter and oil, and asked him to start it up, checked pressures, refilled the engine. He kept saying how it sounded so different and how great it was. It was just an oil change, man. Get a grip.
After we're done and we close his hood, he asks us to stand there while he starts it up again, just so he can hear the engine again. He pumps his fist in the air and declares that his truck sounds great. Ok, guy, whatever. He says maybe he'll see us again sometime, and if he does he will buy us beer. Uh. Ok. And then he says he doesn't know how he can thank us. I was just thinking, well, go pay up front at the desk and we'll call it even.
Wierd. He's like one of those Valvoline shills from the commercials.
We got done changing out his fuel filter and oil, and asked him to start it up, checked pressures, refilled the engine. He kept saying how it sounded so different and how great it was. It was just an oil change, man. Get a grip.
After we're done and we close his hood, he asks us to stand there while he starts it up again, just so he can hear the engine again. He pumps his fist in the air and declares that his truck sounds great. Ok, guy, whatever. He says maybe he'll see us again sometime, and if he does he will buy us beer. Uh. Ok. And then he says he doesn't know how he can thank us. I was just thinking, well, go pay up front at the desk and we'll call it even.
Wierd. He's like one of those Valvoline shills from the commercials.