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Oh, No… We Can SMELL This Story!

, , , , | Right | December 6, 2023

CONTENT WARNING: Dead Animal (Squirrel), Gross

 

One summer, I was working in my garage and smelled something… funky. I looked around and tried to trace the scent but couldn’t find anything. The odor got worse over the course of a few days, and it definitely started smelling like something had died in the garage. Maybe a mouse or chipmunk? It had happened before, so I searched more thoroughly and still found nothing.

Finally, I noticed that the smell was strongest when my wife’s car was in the garage — but I could not smell anything inside the car. She took it through the car wash several times, but the smell only got worse. We searched the wheel wells, engine compartment, trunk, grill, and air intakes, and finally, I started crawling around underneath.

There it was! I could not see it from just looking underneath but only if I went under. It looked like a gray squirrel had somehow gotten caught up on the underbody and was just… hanging there. Eww!

The car was actually scheduled for service, and when my wife drove into the shop, she saw several employees wrinkle their noses and give her car nervous looks. She talked to the tech about the squirrel, and he said they would take care of it.

All we could imagine was that some poor newbie got stuck cleaning it off.

“Hey, Bob, come here. Heh heh. Clean out under this car. Do you have a clothespin?”

The service notes when we got it back just said, “Removed dead squirrel.”

Grandpa’s Garage: When Charity Goes Corporate

, , , , , , , , , , , | Legal | CREDIT: SonDontPlay | November 16, 2023

My grandpa was a successful man, and in his mid-sixties, he decided he wanted to take a step back, so he started selling off his various businesses and spent the next few years traveling.

As he approached seventy, he got bored. He also had a few new grandchildren, so he needed a bigger house. He sold the old home that he had bought after he got back from Vietnam and bought this massive house on this large piece of land. This property also came with a massive steel barn.

I’m not sure if he had ever told anyone about his plans, but right after he got the property, he dumped a ton of money into tools and equipment and converted his barn into a mechanic’s dream. Some things I remember:

  • He had a professional lift, capable of lifting full-size trucks.
  • He had those professional oil catchers you see at quick lubes.
  • He had a dedicated air compressor system that was designed to power all his power tools.
  • He had a tire machine to mount new tires.
  • He had so much equipment.
  • His tool corner was a massive corner of this massive barn.

His plan? To fix cars, especially for people in need. He lived in a rural community; if you didn’t have a car that was a big problem. So, he let everyone at his local church know that he was willing to work on their cars if they provided the parts.

He only took a few jobs a week; he was doing this to enjoy himself and help those that needed it.  He changed oil, changed the transmission fluid, and did all kinds of various repairs. My grandpa was a talented mechanic. However, he kept the amount of work limited. He was also selective; if you were in need he’d want to fix your cars. If you had the means to pay, he’d decline and ask you to go elsewhere.

One day, the owner of the local car dealership came by and told my grandpa he needed to stop fixing other people’s cars because he wasn’t properly licensed, didn’t have the proper insurance, and was hurting his business. Grandpa explained that this was just his hobby; he only did a few cars a week. The owner told him he needed to cut it out, or he was going sue Grandpa out of business.

Grandpa laughed over this. What business was this guy going to sue him out of? The owner walked out.

A little while later, my grandpa got served; he was being sued by the owner of the car dealership. Grandpa thought he’d take a trip down to the dealership to try and reason with the man, hoping they could come to an understanding.

Grandpa spoke to the owner and basically explained:

  • He only worked on cars for people who were down on their luck. The fact was that the people whose cars he fixed probably couldn’t afford to pay a professional dealership to fix their vehicles.
  • He only did a few cars a week.
  • He was not all that interested in getting into a fight over his hobby, but he wasn’t going back down.

Well, they ended up in court. By this point, my grandpa had hired a lawyer, who was able to get the city to approve a commercial garage on his property. It helped that he lived on the outskirts of town and had six acres of property.

The court told my grandpa that his auto repair shop was operating illegally, and if he wanted to continue, he needed to get a business license and the proper insurance. If he did that, he would be good to go.

Now, what do you think a man who has nothing but time and money in this situation is going to do? He’s going to get his business license and insurance, of course. He did, and that surprised no one… but he went further.

  • He got a dedicated phone line run into his shop.
  • He hired a full-time mechanic.
  • He put up a professional sign.
  • He set up a little waiting area with a water cooler.

What shocked everyone even more?

  • He ran a local TV ad saying he was a pay-what-you-can mechanic shop, reservations only.
  • He put ads in the local paper saying the same thing.

Yes, folks, that’s right. My grandpa was now not only a licensed, legal auto repair business, but he had a certified mechanic on his payroll… and he was running ads. As for his prices? They were quite simple. You either:

  • Brought the parts yourself and paid the mechanic whatever you wanted — the mechanic got a separate wage from Grandpa, so if you couldn’t pay anything, that was fine — or;
  • Had Grandpa source the parts, he’d charge you the cost of the parts, and you’d pay the mechanic whatever you wanted.

Grandpa started taking jobs, and boy, did that shop get busy. It was impossible to beat Grandpa’s prices. Grandpa was essentially paying to fix your car for you. He would spend his days with the mechanic that he had hired working on cars. He loved it.

The owner of the local car dealership was furious, and he sued my grandpa again. They went to court, and the judge basically said that my grandpa owned a licensed, insured auto repair business, and what he charged his customers for his services was completely up to him — even if that meant doing the work for free.

About a year or so later, Grandpa got a call from a lawyer who said he was representing a potential buyer of the local car dealership; however, the buyer wanted to speak to Grandpa. My grandpa agreed, and he sat down with the new potential buyer who expressed his concerns about buying the dealership. Service is a major profit center for a dealership, and he was considering buying the local dealership. However, he didn’t want to buy the dealership if my grandpa was going to keep operating the way he did because a for-profit business couldn’t compete against someone selling their services for free.

Grandpa agreed that there was no way someone looking to make a profitable business could ever compete against him. So, they came to an agreement.

  • The potential buyer would buy the dealership.
  • Grandpa would only work on a few cars a week, maybe five or six.
  • He would only work on cars for people who were down on their luck and probably too poor to be able to pay a professional dealership to fix their car.
  • Any parts he needed, he would buy from the dealership.
  • Any work he declined, he’d refer to the dealership.
  • The buyer would let Grandpa be and stay out of his way.
  • The buyer would hire Grandpa’s mechanic.

They shook hands, the local dealership was bought out, and for the next nine years, my grandpa continued to fix cars for people who were down on their luck, and if he had to buy parts, he’d buy from the dealership. As for the mechanic Grandpa had hired? He ended up becoming the service manager and did quite well for himself.

As for my grandpa, when he was eighty, he had a heart attack in his shop. Luckily, one of his grandkids was there, they got him to the hospital, and he made a full recovery. But the doctor told him his body couldn’t handle working in that garage anymore. He ended up shutting down after that.

For the next three years, he looked out his kitchen window at his shop and remembered all the fun he’d had in his garage. He passed away at eighty-three surrounded by friends and family.

Stick To One Scam At A Time, Buddy

, , , , , , , , | Working | CREDIT: sdswiki | November 14, 2023

A “mechanic” attempted to get one over on me and ended up doing significant damage to my car. He was repairing damage from a wreck and fixing rotten vents and floorboards. He strung me along for way too long. Then, when I finally was able to secure delivery, it was apparent that he had messed up my car badly and was delaying the inevitable. He cut the front springs without needing to, swapped brakes that went bad, broke a bunch of brake lines, failed at a manual transmission swap — the list goes on and on. Fixing the car will cost at a minimum $4,000 that I don’t have. I’ve paid him nearly $14,000 for work already performed, apparently very poorly.

I am getting the last laugh, though. Yes, I’m out a few thousand, but I’m ruining the guy.

It turns out he is unlicensed, and from what I can deduce, he hasn’t been paying taxes. On top of that, he’s got an unlicensed junkyard and a few junk single-wide mobile homes on his property, too. Because he’s being a complete a**, I called and filled out forms with the health department and reported the trailers. I called the planning department because he’s got structures he built without permits, I called the EPA for leaking fluids, I contacted the state department of revenue, and I reported fraud to the IRS. I know he’s made at least $100,000 in the past three years, all untaxed. Yes, I know I’m petty as h***.

I just got a call from the planning department. They’ve opened three investigations. It turns out that he’s within 1000 feet of “critical wetlands”, a “critical aquifer recharge area”, and a stream that has spawning salmon.

Then, I took a call from the health department. They’ll be “on-site” either Wednesday or Thursday of next week. They’re going to be up his bum with a magnifying glass. The guy was pretty adamant about really looking for leaking fluids under the vehicles.

Next week should be a flurry of fun. If he makes contact with me to rant, I’ll force it through text message so that he can incriminate himself even more.

You Might Say He Has A Dry(er) Sense Of Humor

, , , , , , | Working | September 1, 2023

My dryer stopped working, so I arranged for a technician to come to take a look. He showed up, diagnosed the problem, and got to work.

Me: “Hey, while you’re here… Is there any chance you could switch the door around so it opens the other way? I tried to do it myself but couldn’t.”

Technician: “No, sorry. Only the installers can do that.”

Me: “Oh, all right, thanks. Thought I’d ask.”

When he was done, he called me back and said that everything was good to go.

Technician: “Try it yourself! Toss something in the dryer and turn it on.”

I went to open the dryer and was confused for half a second until I realized that he actually had switched the door around and I was trying to open the wrong side!

Technician: “Surprise! It’s no trouble at all.”

You got me, bro. I love to see people finding fun in their work.

And That’s How The Kindness Cookie Crumbles, Part 2

, , , , , , , | Right | August 11, 2023

I work at a mechanic’s shop attached to a gas station. The gas station part is tiny: a cashier’s counter with some snacks and candy bars under it, and a single drinks cooler. I’m getting ready to go to lunch when I see a young woman come in, scan the bottom shelf where car supplies would usually be, and then go back out to her car with the hood popped. I don’t have anything going on right now, so I decide to see if she needs a hand.

Me: “What were you looking for?”

Driver: “Huh? Oh, coolant. I’m not too low, but I was hoping to pick some up so I could top it off. It’s fine; I’ll make it to the next gas station.”

I check her coolant tank, and her assessment’s correct. It’s pretty close to the “low” line but not worrying yet. No reason to let it get there, though.

Me: “I think I have an open jug that’ll work for this model. Let me check.”

Driver: “Are you sure? That’s not necessary; I can wait.”

Me: “You probably could, but no reason to. I’ll be right back.”

Driver: “I— Are you sure? Thank you!”

I find the right type of coolant and top off her tank. As I finish, she’s rummaging in the back seat, and she pulls out a plate of gorgeous-looking cookies and sweets.

Driver: “Can I offer you a few cookies as a thank-you, at least?”

Me: “That, I’ll happily accept! What would you recommend?”

At her recommendation, I picked out a couple made with cherries and almonds and one with chestnuts and rum. My hands were still covered in coolant and engine grease, so she wrapped them in a paper towel for me, and we both happily went on our way. The cookies made an awesome addition to lunch. 

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