> Wound Up wrote:
>>I believe the affected accent is an
>>unintended result of them spending most of their lives soaked in gin and
> Sounds like a good TS candidate to me, n'est-ce pas?
It's a start, but ThunderSnakes don't have loaner Rolls and Bentleys
brought over on flatbed whilst theirs is serviced. They also don't have
baby-butt soft hands as adults from never having worked with them, or
spend most of their time at clubs that have membership fees well in
excess of most households' incomes.
These people look at mechanics as lowly life forms. Here's a good
example... I had one of these nouveau riche pull into the station I
worked at in Wilton, CT, in his BMW 635CSi. It was closing time, and he
zoomed up to the front door just as we were locking up, "excuse me...
excuse me!" saying he needed help. He was complaining about the car
hesitating and stalling, and pointed to the oil pressure gauge. I asked
him if he'd checked the oil recently. He said, very haughtily, "no...
-I- don't ever do that, this is a garage, isn't it? And I believe -you-
people worked on my car last".
Ok fine, so we looked for our oil change window sticker, not there, and
neither one of us had never seen the car before, or heard the same. We
were willing to help him, despite the attitude, so far. It was very
cold that night, and he got pissy when we asked him to shut the car off
so we could check the oil. We looked, and double-checked, and it was
off the stick. The entire MINUTE, he was telling his wife, "these
people... this is just unbelievable...", etc., and hemming and hawing.
The car was several years old, had some miles on it, and when we told
him it could be leaking or burning oil, "it's a -BMW-", then more "do
you hear them? Do you believe this?" At that point, we were pissed.
My friend said, "well sir, if -you- don't want to risk blowing -your-
engine tonight with -your- family in the car, -you- will consider
reaching into your wallet to convince us to help you. No other shop is
open nearby." He knew that. So sixty bucks bought him four quarts of
oil. "I'm calling the owner on you jerkoffs". "Don't worry, we'll be
sure to tell him tomorrow," laughing. What an idiot.