Frustrating trip to NAPA yesterday

67Dart273 I feel your pain.
It was 1974. I had bought my first car, a 1964 Dodge Polara 500. I was a total rookie as far as auto mechanics. My next door neighbor was a master mechanic for the Los Angeles bus system who agreed to teach me how to work on my car. His help was like "Go to Quality Auto Parts and see Charlie. Tell him that you are replacing the front wheel bearings for your car. He'll get you what you need." I went to Quality Auto Parts. On one side of the building there were three bays with various cars three or four deep being worked on. Inside there were shelves with used parts and used engines scattered around the floor. The service desk had grease stained parts books all over the place. There was a dog sitting next to the door and he greeted everyone. Charlie had half a cigar on the side of his mouth, greased stained hands holding a greasy red shop rag, and a look like he just ate something that didn't agree with him.
Charlie: "Whattyawant?"
Me: "John W. told me to see you. I need to replace the wheel bearings on a 1964 Dodge Polara 500."
Charlie: "Disk brakes?"
Me: "Um. I don't know."
Charlie: "You see that brake drum right there to your right? Does your car have those?"
Me: "Uh, yeah."
Charlie: "What size engine?"
Me: "361".
Charlie to a guy behind the counter: "Pete get a set of.......and a can of grease."
Charlie to me: "Kid, have you done this before?"
Me: "No sir."
Charlie: "Kid, you make sure that you get the old grease off of the spindles. ALL OF IT. Put a slab of this grease on one hand, grab the bearing like this, and work the grease into the spaces until you see it squeeze out the other end. Take your time and do it right. John will show you how to replace the races and put everything back together. If he's not around, come back and I will show you. I don't want you coming back here because you messed up! "
Me: "Thank you, sir."