Aug 17, 2004 09:55
so, after i dropped the tire off to be repaired...it was about three hours before she finally called and told me it was fixed. stister thinks that she waited that long on purpose but i can't prove it so...anyhow, i get over there to pick it up and she wanted to know if i wanted the tech to put the tire back on. i told her only if he had time right now to put it on otherwise i would go home and do it myself. she asked and he did. then she wanted to tag my keys...um, why. because the car needs to be pulled around back and then you need to bring me the keys. so, i have to pull the car around back, come back here to bring you the keys, go back around to wait for him to finish, come back here to pay you? (while i was talking she was just staring at me.) i looked at her and said COULD YOU MAKE THIS ANY HARDER?!?! other dumb words were exchanged but i don't remember what was said. i got mad and turned to leave to take the car around back, turned back and said, "you need to work on your people skills honey." got in the car and drove around to the bays. my friend joe was there working and i called him over and asked how the hell he works with that woman!! apparently, i am not the only one she does that to. he said she does it to everyone because she is stupid and lazy. oh well. i talked with joe for about 5 minutes and the tech came, moved the car, replaced the tire, put the spare back, backed the car out and handed me my keys back. um, lets just take about three steps off this course of action, why don't we? so, then i had to go back up and pay for the tire repair since she wouldn't let me pay for it before he replaced the tire...why, i don't know, it saves time and hassle...especially since she didn't even close out the work order...so by this point i was so pissed at her i didn't even say anything because it wouldn't have been civil. her end of the conversation went something like this, imagine her talking to you like they portray rich people in the movies all hoity-toity and funny talking.
let me get your work order...(walks to cash register) your total is eight dollars and ninety-five cents. (i hand her two fives) out of ten? (i drew blood from biting my tongue to not say obviously!) (rings up the sale) your change is one dollar and five cents. (hands the change over) let me get your receipts together (staples register receipt to work order, makes big show of handing it over) have a nice day!
nice huh? so, in the end she proved that her being a dyke got her nothing. not a thing except another complaint in her file. people need to back the fuck off. i should have known something would happen yesterday when the people at the book store were nice and helpful. ::grins:: oh well, today should be better.