In my younger days I worked in the service department at a major car dealership, fixing cars and such...
Part of my job was to liaise with customers when there had been a problem, or some such nonsense... To be honest, I have no idea why they picked me for that job as I'm probably the most impatient and ill tempered person you're ever likely to meet, but the pay was ok so...

Anyways, there was this one "gentleman" who supposedly wasn't happy with the length of time it had taken us to fix a water leak in his car. Water had been coming into the passenger compartment at the passenger side behind the dashboard, so this meant the entire dash had to come out.

As you can imagine this takes time, and if we were to rush it we ran the risk of damage to the interior, causing a rattle, further leaks, etc so we took our time and did the job to a high standard. We were charging £90 per hour!! so quality was important.

So, a while later the owner returns to collect his car. Somewhere between paying our receptionist and fucking off, this crimson coloured little man appeared in the workshop (a staff only area for health & safety and insurance purposes) looking for "whatever cunt had worked on his car" with the objective of "strangling the fucker".. I looked for my apprentice, as it was customary to blame the apprentice in the event of a problem, but the sly cunt was busy doing his best to look busy through fits of stifled sniggering with the lads at the parts department counter, so I ended up taking the brunt of this now blue midgets angry tyrade.

To my credit I managed to keep a cool head, I suppose I was slightly amused by the figure before me, he was about half my size. I kept getting this mental image of Danny DeVito taking a shit.

The protest? After a test drive and filling the tank as a gesture of goodwill I dropped a well stewed fart in his car before parking it up. That'll teach the cunt.
(Vinnie Strokes Got bummed on, Sat 13 Nov 2010, 15:53, 5 replies)

i can sympathise with that poor man
after getting into my car after it had had its MOT to find that it stank of WD40. i was not happy

i much prefer GT85
( Reme Philips laid an epic dump on, Sat 13 Nov 2010, 20:19, closed)

You worked for VW
AICMFP.
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sun 14 Nov 2010, 22:35, closed)

And it was a Passat
AIC (Another) FP
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sun 14 Nov 2010, 22:35, closed)

Let me guess..
You're 5' tall with a face that resembles a rather well slapped arse?
(Vinnie Strokes Got bummed on, Mon 15 Nov 2010, 0:31, closed)

Nope..
I had one, a B6 Diesel estate and I loved it lots, especially the swimming pool that developed everytime it rained. I fixed it meself though, using the power of teh interwebs and an index finger and screwdriver. VW know it's a fault but they'll do fuck all about it.

£90 an hour? Fuck me..
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Tue 16 Nov 2010, 20:49, closed)