AND NOW yet another annoying story from the old days
IN the 70's, stationed at NAS Miramar, N of San Diego, I had a part time paying job at the base auto hobby shop.
One day I went out into the lot, and here's a guy working under is 57 Chev. He had it up in the air with two OEM BUMPER JACKS one on each side, jammed up against those two bit "tits" on the front bumper. I didn't even waste time saying anything. I just went over and grabbed his ankles and pulled him out of there
He wanted to argue. I was an E-5 in civvies for the job, and he was in dungarees, and I could see he was not rated, so I "pulled rank."
I told him, "I know what you are, but you don't know what I am. I can fix it so you cannot come back in here. So you have two choices......either leave, or go up to the tool room and check out a pair of jackstands...........they are free."
