lol holy shit, that dude came into my job (ntb) last weekend and started talking shit about how he was the best auto technician on the east coast... Telling me that porsche, BMW, and Mercedes were in a bidding war for him but instead he was going to wait until the chrysler stocks crashed to buy the company... Then saying some shit about an 80's dodge daytona he had back in the day with a carbed 4 cylinder motor that put out 280hp stock and would beat all the mustangs, camaros, firebirds, and vettes of that time.Originally Posted by RandomGuy
(This is all in the process of him coming to us for a fucking oil change and tire rotation in his beat to shit 1990 Buick century.)
Then this lady comes in and asks me why her car is sputtering while he was standing there and he goes "hmmmmmm... Well that could be.... hmmmm... Let's see..." looking like he's thinking real hard. He stares at her blankly for about a minute looking like a fish out of water so I jump in and explain to the lady the different things it could be (spark plugs, fuel, etc) and he's like "you know.. that's exactly what i was going to tell her."
After he talked my ear off for about 20 damn minutes I honestly reached into my pocket and dialed our store number with my cellphone to pretend i had some shit to do and get away. He was dead last in a line of about 10 oil changes so i was like "there's no fucking way I'm going to have this guy standing at the counter trying to talk to me for the next 2 hours"... I had one of the techs throw him right up on the rack and got him the fuck out of there.
Later on the dude is leaving and I go, "look me up when you buy chrysler"... He's says, "You know what? I will because you definitely seem like you know your stuff. You could help me design some of the new line." I just smirk and roll my damn eyes as he turns his back and walks out the door.
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