Showing posts with label Tales from the Parts Counter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tales from the Parts Counter. Show all posts

01 January 2024

Ocean oil

So... not one of our customers, but via one of the local shops.

Girl comes in to get some work done. Complaining that the last shop put "ocean oil" in her car, because she can hear it "whooshing around".

Further complaint that the wheels are somehow connected to the engine: she presses the gas and the wheels turn, even when she puts it in reverse.

Shop owner was rolling, telling us about this. To be honest, I'm just flabbergasted that she can drive.

Stay classy, Wisconsin!

20 November 2023

cast of character

Occurs to me I should give y'all the cast of characters at the parts counter...

First off, we have Jess. Lovely girl, several kids, very knowledgeable. She's the leader if our merry band (store GM).

Then there's Abe. Commercial manager, and kinda Jess' right hand. Mexican guy, expert on detailing, and my direct boss. Good guy

Two more managers, Jordan and Alex. Both younger guys, and knowledgeable. Alex is multilingual (and has saved me more than once), Jordan is a gun nut. 

Then the peons. There's the other driver, Kaw Liga. Dale, the resident Old Guy. Phoebe, whose father works at a sister store. And myself.

Not gonna mention the couple weekend guys, as I don't work with them.

There... y'all have the cast for TftPC

Tales from the Parts Counter

As I stated last night, I've been working at a local auto parts store. To say that some of our customers are... interesting, would be an understatement. So I figured I would share some of them with you.

This won't be a regular feature, but one that will pop up when I get a particularly humorous one.



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So, I was in my first week. I'm standing behind the store manager, Jess, and the customer is looking for a battery for his new bike. I ask what he got, and he answers "Got myself a steal! $7K, for a nice HD Sportster Softail"

My brain immediately checks out for a smoke.

Jess does her best to find him a battery, and sends him on his way. Then she turns to me and asks "What's wrong?".

Ok, so she doesn't know bikes. I explained it to her this way: "Dude just asked for a battery for a Ford Focus Fusion"

Hope he didn't fry his new scoot