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This site has become some what of a surrogate blog for me.
You guys seems to enjoy my stories. I don’t know if it’s the places I work, or my sense of humor.
My wife is a nurse, and she has told me medical humor is pretty dark. I told her military humor is pitch fucking black.
I’ve taken it upon myself to give my shop foreman a heart attack.
We had 130 appointments today. Yes, 130. No, I’m serious. Yes. Really…….
One tech walked outside, threw up about 1 gallon of fluid, the shop foreman asked him if he was ok and told him get back to work.
The guy the threw up was a vet, same branch, same damn base as me back in the day. We are tight. If he called me at 3am stuck in Arizona, I would tell him kick back I’ll be there in 23 hours.
So as revenge I did an airbag recall. We throw away the old screws. Unless you’re a prick like me. I do the recall, run my time, story my RO. Put the old screws in my pocket. Go through the car wash and park the car. (NO I didn’t do Eric’s car, he’s about 2 hours south of me).
As I get out I throw the old screws on the floor. The customer gets down the street to her house and notices the screws on the floor.
She called us, and 100% lost her shit on us. Screamed at the service advisor, he parlayed her off onto the shop foreman we all hate. He told her come back and he would look at it. One tech used his iphone to record her verbally ripping his face off for ten minutes.
Her screaming at him is now someone’s ring tone for his cell phone.
To top the day off, he went to move a car. We have a golf cart he rides around on. We moved the golf cart behind the car he parked, so when he backed up he hit the golf cart.
We blamed a lube tech.
Now all 12 lube techs have formed a quasi union. We are calling them the ‘lube tech mafia’.
We laughed so hard we were in tears.
I regret nothing
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