So a customer calls me on the phone....
One time i bought an alternator from auto zone and the guy looked right at me and said:
"You know this is electrical right??... you should have a shop help you so you don't get hurt"
The stupid *** ment well. He also “ASSUMED!” that being your a girl, your clueless. Several times I had to go back to the parts store, have my lovely stand on line and then jump in which normally ends with me screaming at the top of my lungs on what a sexist nasty back stabbing money grubbing thief he is to screw over an innocent women trying to get the right part for her husband that now stands before you highly insulted over the treatment of his wife that she herself is also getting greasy on....
Boy! OH! Boy do I ever LOVE to lay it on thick as hell is hot in public on those assholes! It IS my favorite thing to do in the world.
Always but always I give the parts counter people what they need to know and take the time to be cool and relax. When the arrogance comes on... we’re done!
In Del’s case, walking in with the part number but still needing the Y,M,M of the vehicle? WTF? I don’t understand but I remain calm.
I was in for a serpentine belt for my March pullies. The kid, that didn’t want to be there and just “SIR, SIR, SIR” me to death seemed to not understand the words,
“Custom application” for some reason.
Thank GOD! one of the regular manager’s was there who jumped in and scolded him. Yup, got the part.
