She Needs To “Lasabray” Away

, , , | Right | May 19, 2020

I am a customer in a department store with my girlfriend, near the automotive section. I am dressed in a way that could in no way get me confused for an employee, wearing jeans, boots, a heavy-metal band T-shirt, and a leather biker jacket, with my long hair down. A middle-aged woman comes up to me. 

Customer: “Excuse me. This oil is on sale; how do I know what I need?”

Me: “What kind of car do you have?”

Customer: “A Boook Lasabray.”

Me: “Oh! Buick Lesabre. You need four and a half quarts of 5w-30, so you can just get this five-quart jug here. That’s the one on sale, so you’re in luck.”

Thinking the conversation is over, I turn to walk away.

Customer: “How do I know that you know what you are talking about?”

Me: “Well, ma’am, it just so happens that you picked the right person to ask. I am an automotive technician that works at a Chevrolet dealer, and we service Buicks all the time.”

Customer: “But you don’t work here?”

Me: “No. No, I do not.”

Customer: “So, how can I trust you?”

I’m done being nice and helpful, and I just turn and walk away.

Me: *To my girlfriend* “If she knew I didn’t work here, and didn’t think I knew anything about cars, why did she ask me to begin with?”

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