Category: Transportation

Needs A Part Of Truth

, | TX, USA | Liars & Scammers, Transportation

(The weather has been so cold and icy that numerous roads have been closed and our store-to-store delivery truck has been cancelled for the day. A mother and daughter walk into the store at around 10 am on a Tuesday and approach my co-worker, who’s still very new.)

Coworker: “Hi, how are y’all doing today?”

Daughter: “Hi, my name is [Daughter] and I ordered some parts yesterday. I was wondering if they came in yet?”

Coworker: “Okay. Give me a second to pull up your information.”

(He gets the necessary info from her and off the computer and goes into the back to look for her order and comes back a couple of minutes later empty handed.)

Coworker: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t think your parts have arrived yet. It looks like they were ordered at [Time] yesterday which puts the delivery time at noon today.”

Daughter: “No! I didn’t order them yesterday. I ordered them on Saturday.”

Coworker: “The computer shows they were ordered yesterday, not Saturday.”

(At this point the women are getting more irritated.)

Mom: “Well, they should be here already!”

Coworker: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but they won’t be here until at least noon.”

Mom: “Well, I thought they could get here sooner.”

(I step in.)

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but our store-to-store delivery truck isn’t coming at all today. The route has been shut down due to all the ice on the roads.”

Daughter: “Well, my order should have been here yesterday!”

(I look up her info again the same way my co-worker already had and notice that not only had the order been placed yesterday, but she had ordered all high-end, name brand parts.)

Me: “Well, our system shows that the order was placed yesterday at [time] and therefore would normally arrive today at 12:05. But, because of the road conditions, the truck is not making deliveries today. It won’t get here until tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

(Customer is starting to get really agitated and into a huff.)

Daughter: “Well, my car has already been on blocks for four days now and I need it to get to and from work!”

(I decide to try and see if we can find her parts in the store brand, since we’re more likely to have those on-hand.)

Me: “Well, let me see if I can help you find anything similar to the parts that you need. What’s the year, make and model of your vehicle?”

(She provides the info at which point I realize she’s just precisely described the only car in the customer parking lot, so I decide to call her bluff.)

Me: “Okay, and what color is it?”

Mom: “What does that have to do with anything?”

Me: “Is it purple?”

Daughter: “Yes, why?”

Me: “And it’s on blocks?”

Mom: “Yes! It’s been un-drivable for four days and she really needs it!”

Me: *pointing to the only car sitting in the customer parking lot* “Then how did you drive it here?”

(Both women left in embarrassment. They came back the next day for the parts that were ordered.)

Should Wind-Screen Calls

| Columbus, OH, USA | Criminal & Illegal, Liars & Scammers, Transportation

(I work in auto glass sales. This happens at least once a day:)

Caller: “Yeah, uh, I need a glass replacement?”

Me: “Alright, we can help with that. Is it being billed through insurance or a commercial account?”

Caller: “Insurance.”

Me: “What insurance are you with?”

Caller: “Uh, I don’t know.”

Me: “Do you have a card you can look at?”

Caller: “Nah, I don’t have insurance yet.”

Me: “Unfortunately that would be fraud then. I can put it through cash, if you’d like.”

Caller: “F*** you people! I just want a d*** windshield!” *click*

Not A Strong Parental Drive

| Minneapolis, MN, USA | Bad Behavior, Criminal & Illegal, Family & Kids, Transportation

(I am a technician. I am given an SUV to perform a brake job. I hop in the car and drive it into the shop when I glance in the rear view mirror and spot a small boy strapped into his carseat. He smiles and waves at me. I whip around and look at him with a dumbfounded look.)

Me: “Uhh. Why are you in here?”

Boy: “Mommy said I can stay in the car.”

Me: “I think your mother was mistaken.”

(I roll down the window and shout for my shop foreman. He walks up and his jaw drops. I un-strap the child much to his dismay, and walk him into the lobby while holding his hand.)

Mother: “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY CHILD! I’M CALLING THE COPS!”

Me: “Don’t shout at me. Why on earth did you think leaving your son in your car was a good idea? Do you have any idea how hot it was in your vehicle by the time I got into it?!”

Mother: “He’s restless. The only time he calms down is when he can nap in the car! WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM OUT?!”

Me: “Ma’am. I am not leaving a child in a hot car five feet in the air while I perform service on it.”

Shop Foreman: “Go ahead, ma’am… Call the police, and explain to them why your son’s energy is reason enough to leave him in a hot car with the windows up… I think they might side with us.”

(She sputters profanity at us for about 30 seconds before storming out of the store looking for her car.)

Shop Foreman: *to me* “Are you gonna back her car out?”

Me: “I was thinking of going to lunch, actually.”