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For starters, I don’t get there being a shortage on people that fix fucking truck or car windows?
But the workers that work in these places are always asshats. I called last week, and it’s like trying to get in a an appointment for a space rocket takeoff. They were fucking rude as fuck and made it sound like a hassle that they have to do their fucking jobs.
So a week later, I pull in, talk to the fat fuck behind the counter saying that I’m here for my 1 o clock.
No appt made… I’m like, nah , I called last week , appt made, who did I talk to? How the fuck would I know? I don’t ask for peoples names, even more so for people I talk to on the phone.
Some fat fuck woman chimes in that I might have called the wrong dealership that also has a “north “ in the title. Nah, I’ve had work here before in the past. They can’t find me in the system, but they easyly found me last week on the phone…
I give them my keys, because I think the fat fuck misspelled my name and realized his mistake… and like magic I get a txt message saying they started work. Fucking fat podunk faggot.
But his fat ass and in a shit manner says “it’s going to be while to see what’s wrong” derrr
I have a feeling a certain 10th grade math teacher is behind this…
But the workers that work in these places are always asshats. I called last week, and it’s like trying to get in a an appointment for a space rocket takeoff. They were fucking rude as fuck and made it sound like a hassle that they have to do their fucking jobs.
So a week later, I pull in, talk to the fat fuck behind the counter saying that I’m here for my 1 o clock.
No appt made… I’m like, nah , I called last week , appt made, who did I talk to? How the fuck would I know? I don’t ask for peoples names, even more so for people I talk to on the phone.
Some fat fuck woman chimes in that I might have called the wrong dealership that also has a “north “ in the title. Nah, I’ve had work here before in the past. They can’t find me in the system, but they easyly found me last week on the phone…
I give them my keys, because I think the fat fuck misspelled my name and realized his mistake… and like magic I get a txt message saying they started work. Fucking fat podunk faggot.
But his fat ass and in a shit manner says “it’s going to be while to see what’s wrong” derrr
I have a feeling a certain 10th grade math teacher is behind this…