Seriously. I work in a bodyshop, that means that I have to help people in
getting their car fixed, so they can get back to their regularly scheduled
lives after an unscheduled contact with another member of society. That
obligation goes so far as to try and fix it in a timely manner, bugging me
about dinky sh.t that wastes my time does not help me with that first goal.
Nor does bitching about the f.cking dust in your rocker panel.
True (and ongoing) story here:
I've got this one customer with a yellow C5 Z06 corvette. this guy must be
in love with his car, he probably sneaks out to the garage at night and
humps the exhaust pipe, because everytime he is bothering the f.ck out of
me, his girlfriend is sitting in her ford escape with that "my boyfriend is
a f.cking idiot" look on her face.
First time he came in was for some warranty work, the door seemed misaligned
to the rocker and the rear quarter, ok whatever, we align it, and he also
complains that since it was misaligned, he picked up a bunch of rock chips
in the rocker panel. Seriously, this should have been the first clue he was
a whacko, The rocker is 3 goddamn inches from the ground, of course its
gonna pick up some rock chips on the leading edge.
So we paint that, and while its in the shop he asks if we can fix any other
things for him, like the chip on his door, and the chips on the inner rocker
from where the previous owner had dragged his foot across when getting in
and out of the car. OK no problem, we can take care of that. "ok well I want
it perfect"
Now my definition of perfect when it comes to paint, is that it looks like
factory and not some sh.t maaco job, we work at a chevy dealership and
should be able to provide at least the same quality of paint job as the
factory, or a reasonable facimile.
So as were negotiating a price, I tell him its a pretty deep chip in the
door, and work out a price for painting the inside rocker. Here's where I
make my 2nd mistake. I actually cut him a break.
Instead of f.cking him in the a.s on the price of fixing the chips, like my
boss has instructed me to do with all vette owners in the future due to the
fact that they are all raging idiots, I get him a good price with the
painter to spot in the edge of the door, and paint all the chips in the
rocker.
So he takes it home and is happy. About a month later, I make my 3rd
mistake, I think to myself "geez, that moron with the yellow corvette hasnt
called me to bitch about anything yet." One week later he leaves me a
voicemail. He was looking at it closely with another vette buddy of his,
when they noticed some dust in his rocker panel. wtf. Ok so its a small area
we had to paint, and the door is in the way, generally its not a very
painter friendly area to paint, it requires much prep work, and precise
skill to paint an area roughly 30 inches by 1.5 inches. So I'm sure after
having to put up with that, my painter was not in much of a mood to buff it
for 3 hours to get every little tiny bit of dirt out. Now I looked at it and
there wasn't too much to worry about it I thought, maybe just a few pieces
that were too visable to the naked eye.
So I have him drop it off, we buffed it again, and also aligned the front
fender again, since it was misaligned now because of the asformentioned
quarter, door, rocker alignment. Have him come to pick it up, not happy.
uhh, ok so there is 1 (count it 1!!) fish eye also and a few
microfuckingscopic pieces of dirt, barely noticable to the naked human eye,
unless your looking at it from 4 inches away like this dipshit is. oh and
now theres also a spot where the paint looks thin, and it did look a bit
thin, but its yellow, and yellow looks splotchy as hell because GM is cheap
from the factory, even on the vaulted $50,000 Z06 flagship.
So I have him drop it off the next monday since we were already busy, we
painted the splotchy patch goodwill since we had already blown our waranty
paint time on the rocker chips, and then have my painter yet again rebuff
the other inner rocker. While it was in service also took a crack at trying
to figure out why the engine rattles to a halt when you turn it off, which I
can easily answer as being its 5.7 f.cking litres and a motor that big
doesnt exactly stop on a f.cking dime! Oh and the headlamp motor sticking
which I believe they took care of quite well. Anyways he doesn't pick it up
that friday, instead he waits till saturday to ambush the 1 person running
the bodyshop at that time, bitches up a storm, and demands his money back.
Yeah, like that is going to happen. So meanwhile, for the 3rd time I ask my
managers to intervene because I personally dont like dealing with people who
are batshit-f.cking-insane. Now they FINALLY decide to help me with this
guy, instead of the usual "take care if it yourself" attitude that I get.
Meanwhile they bitch because I gave the guy a break the first time around.
And They say were not going to give him a refund, were going to "fix the car
until its right" Well Mr Smart Manager person, its never going to be f.cking
right because the owner is a complete dipshit that doesnt realize how big of
a pain in the a.s painting that is and that it will never be 100% perfect
because there is no such thing as 100% perfect and he should go see a maaco
paintjob and THEN come back and insult our work. SO I'm just hoping the next
time he comes in that he deals directly with my manager, because I obviously
can't take care of this guys issues.
Chevy could dump the corvette and I wouldn't bat an eye, because I know all
the uppity douchebag customers would go buy BMW's instead. And we only get
one of those every 3 months or so.
Tony VE6MVP - 11 Jan 2006 06:03 GMT
>Seriously. I work
Man, what an idiot. Not you the Corvette owner.
Tony
Jim - 11 Jan 2006 09:53 GMT
And your facility probably wouldn't give the person the time of day had the
vehicle been of economy nature...
Your bed made, sleep in it.
............
Jonny
> Seriously. I work in a bodyshop, that means that I have to help people in
> getting their car fixed, so they can get back to their regularly scheduled
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> the uppity douchebag customers would go buy BMW's instead. And we only get
> one of those every 3 months or so.
HLS@nospam.nix - 11 Jan 2006 12:28 GMT
> Chevy could dump the corvette and I wouldn't bat an eye, because I know all
> the uppity douchebag customers would go buy BMW's instead. And we only get
> one of those every 3 months or so.
I certainly appreciate your feelings. There ARE plenty of crazy douchbags
out there.
Scott - 11 Jan 2006 14:27 GMT
> Seriously. I work in a bodyshop, that means that I have to help people in
> getting their car fixed, so they can get back to their regularly scheduled
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>
> True (and ongoing) story here:
They are nuts. I did paint and body in the 70's and 80's when their
paint sucked on everything.
WE had a guy that was this nuts about a 78 or so Monza.
Painted most of the car and polished by hand.
ROY BRAGG - 12 Jan 2006 22:14 GMT
I guess they feel they own the world because they spent so much money for a
car. I personally would like to own a Corvette and said so to my service
writer at the Chevy dealer where I trade. He told me i was not a big enough
a-hole to own one, so it must be a phenomenon nationwide.
Roy
> Seriously. I work in a bodyshop, that means that I have to help people in
> getting their car fixed, so they can get back to their regularly scheduled
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> the uppity douchebag customers would go buy BMW's instead. And we only get
> one of those every 3 months or so.
Harry Face - 13 Jan 2006 08:02 GMT
I had a run in with some fool in a Corvette in 1988. Coming home from a
trip to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I was on Illinois I - 57 headed
north, but was south of Champaign and it's like 3:00am. The limit was 65
MPH on I - 57 at that time.
The road is empty.
Driving along in a 1978 Olds 88 350V8 4 barrel, cruising along on cruise
control set at 72 mph. I catch up to a Corvette doing well under the
posted speed limit.
I move over to the left and go by it at 72 mph. Soon afterwards its head
lights fade out in my mirror and I'm all alone again.
15 minutes pass - headlight approaching. Same Corvette goes by 80 mph
and disappears into the night.
20 - 30 miles north I see tail lights up ahead. Get closer and notice
there round tail lights. Here's the Corvette again doing 55 mph.
I pull out around and pass it for a second time still set on cruise at
72 mph.
Half hour passes and a Corvette goes whizzing by me for a second time
and disappears into the night.
Got gas in Champaign, IL and continued on my way. About 40 minutes later
red dots appear in the distance. The closer I got the more noticeable
they became - Round Tail Lights ! Corvette again doing 55 mph.
Pass it by a third time doing 72 mph.
An hour goes by, Hit Kankakee, the towns asleep as I roll by. Headlights
appear in my rear view mirror. Headlight getting closer allot faster
than normal, Way faster than normal it seems. Could it be ? Is It? The
Corvette?
Looking in the LH rear view mirror I stare and I gaze. The parking
lights look different, not set low in the bumper, but appear to be in a
headlight module. I run the driver window down.
The image is gets closer, and suddenly like a white flash of lightning
on a stormy night, a new, white Mustang GT 5.0 convertible is along side
of me. Black window prohibit seeing who's inside, but I see who's right
behind the Mustang's rear bumper - our friend in the Corvette. "Good
Riddance", I shout out the open window.
Moving at 100 + MPH both cars disappear as quick as they came.
It was nearing 5:00 am when I entered into the Joliet area. All alone
for the last hour or so. It was going to be an easy going the rest of
the way home, or so I thought. I see a car ahead only now its shape is
easily recognized as it is not as dark out and there are street lights
lining the interstate now.
I'm sure the driver recognizes the the 10 parking lights on the auto
that is quickly closing in, coming in for a 4th pass.
I pull to the left as usual, Push the Cruise On / Off switch, the amber
On light goes out. My front bumper is even with the LH door of the
Corvette, holding steady at 72 mph, but only for a split second.
The right Nike sneaker slams the gas pedal into the carpet, The 4 barrel
opens like a roaring lion on the African plains. My body is thrust back
into the bucket seat. The needle on the Olds reaches 80, 90, 95, 96, 97,
98, 100 mph!!! Then the GD SOB in the Corvette begins to accelerate too
and begins to pull away and away and away, never to be seen again making
the rest of my 45 my journey home a pleasant one.
Harryface
05 Park Avenue, 33,175
91 Bonneville LE 305,358
KjunRaven - 14 Jan 2006 12:10 GMT
> Seriously. I work in a bodyshop, that means that I have to help people
> in getting their car fixed, so they can get back to their regularly
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> know all the uppity douchebag customers would go buy BMW's instead.
> And we only get one of those every 3 months or so.
all, but one, vette owners i have ever met were total dips.........self
important POS's at best........and the owner of the co. i work for bought
one (06) last month. its funny watching him try to fold his overweight
broken down carcuss in and out of the car!.....BTW: he is not 'the one'
vette owner i found to be a normal human being.........so much for the
midlife crisis...........