A Picture IS Worth A Thousand Words...
And when it comes to getting repairs made on my little truck, well, I have wasted thousands upon thousands of words...
In the past, I have tried several different methods in order to get work done. There was the eyelash batting method (only works at other shops). There was also the direct approach, the indirect approach and finally, my latest method, the IN YOUR FACE approach.
The Direct Method. Simply put, I would tell the Stooges exactly what the problem was, and which parts needed to be repaired or replaced. How much more simple could it be, but yet, this method failed.
Thinking it was a matter of masculine pride, I then altered my approach to be indirect. By playing the role of the uninformed female, I decided to let the Stooges figure it out for themselves. My requests would be simple. "There is a funny noise" or "My truck is broken". Surprisingly, the big tuff guy mechanics still did not get it.
My newest method will be fool proof. I think.
A few weeks ago (no surprise there) I requested an exhaust leak repair. It is still not repaired...(no surprise there, either) The head stooge did inform me that he thinks it might be missing bolts on the intake of the motor, as our little Volvos are constantly losing these. He Thinks.... Okay, so why not look and see.
Well, I did look. In fact, I have looked several times to make sure the damage is not getting worse. So far, so good. And even though I would like to have the missing bolt replaced, me thinks that if THIS
is replaced, then maybe my screeching exhaust leak might disappear too. Hmmmm, maybe??
I figure if I actually leave a picture with the request repair, they might just get a clue.
6 comments:
"My newest method will be fool proof. I think."
Wanna bet on it? Winner buys the SACK LUNCH?
You ARE kidding us, right? These are the same monkeys that put a patch over a factory seam, as I recall!
Don't worry. MY mechanic, when informed of a noise about 8 months ago decided, right or wrong it was a turbo.
Trouble is it was a deep knock - something like a gudgeon pin, only NOT coming from the pistons.
I mentioned at the time that there was no way it was a turbo because if THEY are knocking, then they are in 2 or more pieces.
Undeterred, he removed the turbo, then decided that it was NOT, in fact, the turbo!
I commended him on his stroke of genius.
He then gave up as it was beyond him. He didn't refer it to someone who knew - just gave up.
So, you may ask, what was the problem?
CAMSHAFT lobes caused by monkey casual driver over revving to hell and back.
Today my camshaft gets replaced.
I was thinking of asking them for a new turbo at the same time.
The point of this response is to reassure you that you're not the only one who has stooges - you just have 3 of them and I have an oxygen thief instead.
Good luck with the new approach. I just think you have buckleys due to the fact that it may very well be that the reason the stooges ARE the stooges is that they are not smart enough to be truck drivers! Hahahahahaha
And here is the result of your newest and latest method yet:
Moe-(checking out photos of troublesome parts left by Terry) "Now what is she up to?"
Larry-"Hey Moe, what's with the pictures?"
Moe-(Handing photos to Larry) "The dame with the trucker's butt just left these photos of bad parts and instructions on how to fix them."
Larry- "Maybe she thinks we can't fix her truck."
Moe-(shaking his head sideways) "I can't believe she doesn't trust us. With our educated brains, our dynamic ingenuity, and our mechanical pride, we'll get this truck fixed in no time at all."
Larry-"You're absolutely right!" (Rolling up his sleeves) "Let's get to work."
(A sudden crash echoes inside the garage. Moe and Larry exit the office and look at the scene.)
Curly-(Standing sheepishly with a handle in his left hand) "Hiya, fellas. Did you guys hear a sudden crash a moment ago?"
Moe-(Yelling at Curly) "You nitwit! Look what you did! You knocked the truck right off the hydraulic lift and it's upside down!"
Curly-(Protesting and defending himself) "I did no such thing! My hand accidently touched the handle. Nuk-nuk-nuk!"
Moe-"Let me see that handle." (Curly gives him the handle and Moe slapped him upside the head with it) "Get some tools quick!" (Turns to Larry) "Get me a bottle of Krazy glue. We're gonna have to improvise."
(After a few hours, the truck is repaired)
Larry-"Nothing like hours of hard work and elbow grease to do a perfect job."
Moe-"You said it! Let's give this baby a spin and we'll show that dame who are the best mechanics in this company."
Curly-(Taps Moe on the shoulder) "Excuse me, Moe, but what do we do with all that stuff?"
Moe-(Turns around to see dozen of parts and materials, including bolts, nuts, electrical wires and hoses scattered on the floor) "Well, we just put them in the miscellaneous box."
Larry-"Hey, somebody's coming."
(A truck pulls into the garage and a driver steps out)
Moe-"Afternoon, sir. Can we be of some assistance?"
The Mayor-"Yeah, my truck needs some service." (Points to the other truck) "How about giving me this loaner until you're done?"
Larry and Curly-(Both stammering) "Well...uh..you see...uh..it needs testing..er...uh."
Moe-(Ignoring Larry and Curly) "Say no more, sir. You can proceed with this loaner. Yes, sir. The customer is always right. You bectha."
The Mayor-(Sounding satisfied) "Now that's what I like to see: positive agreement and a job well done. You gentlemen perform a great service. Here a tip, fellas: next time that little gal comes in here and starts giving you attitude, you tell her to shove it up her so-called 'arse'. That'll shut her trap." (Get into the truck and starts it up.) "Later, fellas." (Drives off)
Moe-(Waving at the truck) "Good-bye!" (Wiping his forehead) "Whew! That was a close one. Hurry up, boys. Let's get these parts picked up."
(Just outside in the yard, a loud crash is heard. Moe, Larry and Curly run outside. They see the truck has collasped onto itself. The Mayor climbs out of the wreckage with most of the truck parts wrapped around him)
Curly-(Pointing at The Mayor) "Look! Why it's a Transformer! All hail the autobot leader, Optimus Prime!" (Drops down on one knee and bows)
The Mayor-"You idiots are dead meat! All of you!"
(Moe, Larry and Curly screamed and run across the yard with The Mayor running after them)
I'm shocked your truck still hasn't been fix right yet. There has got to be another shop. Let me ask you this, if you went to see your doctor about swollen knee that hurts like h*** and he/she says its arthritis, would you believe him/her? Or would you go find anther doc to find and take care it and the second doc discovers its a contagious staph infection. Would you move all your stuff to the second doctor or stay with the first? That shop where you "have" to take your truck is making a fortune off your boss, if your boss is paying the bill. If your paying the bill, then go find another shop and don't let them walk all over you, just because your girl. Those guys should be running when you walk in the front door. :) You Go Girl :)
iMike, Yeah right, and what are we going to wash them done with? I hear tell you have been abusing the Shiner, lately...
Good news, Indy, when I got in this week, I turned my repair request into the one mechanic who actually gets things done. Hopefully, I will not be let down, because it still has to go through the head stooge.
JohnII, Looks like I am going tohave to start charging you by the word for your comments. Nyuck Nyuck Nyuck...
Today's Walk, LOL, they do run, everytime they see me. It is a company shop, so there is a certain chain of command one must follow. We have several other shops, but I am told I must submit my repairs through my designated shop. Besides, we have a two day wait period for parts, so the other shops, while willing to help, cannot. It is not so much a company issue, as much as laziness and ignorance on the part of the mechanics... and then some folks just do what they have to, rather then do a good job.It is a never ending story :)
That "one mechanic" you've mentioned is not a stooge; you must be talking about Shemp, huh?
Either that or he related to the Marx Brothers.
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