Helping to sell a car.
Woman buying is not mechanic; I understand her distress, generally. She brings her moron boyfriend who claims to be a car guy.
He knows I just brought it over from mechanic, who did not have time to do everything because they insisted upon doing this at an odd hour... Should've been shown tomorrow, but whatever.
Tries to tell me the heat system has a hose leaking.... That's a rubber hose and condensation from the air conditioner. Why the hell would the heating system be active during the summer anyhow? You can see the AC is on full blast....
Tries to tell me it has a head gasket leak. Either he's wrong or I'm killing a mechanic. Nope, that's not oil, that's condensation, again. Please dear God, tell me you know the difference between oil and water....
He remarks that there are some character marks and stains inside. This is a 10 year old used car.... You knew that going in and the price most certainly reflects that.
He insists on checking the transmission fluid. It is as it should be (new fluid actually). He makes a point of smelling it.... Sure thing champ.... You don't know a heating unit from an air conditioner but you're going to smell if the transmission fluid is bad.... Ok....
He tries to tell me it's
bondo repaired.... Na slick. That's solid sheet metal and I can show you the bill for it from one of my ex con friends who is really good with metal fabrication. I'll get a mirror kit so you can see it from the other side and also knock on it.
I get that he's trying to look like an expert for his girlfriend, but then he calls me a fraud and says I should be sued.
Him: "I know a real good lawyer you little shit."
Me, handing him my card, "I hope he's better than me."
I hate people.