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Originally Posted by JohnnyJames
Yep, that would soil my underpants. Not sure I would want to keep working there. What if you repaired the "competition's" car (s)?
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He was a scary dude on his own. He once came in for a oil change. When he came to pick up the car one of the windows switches didnt work. So he calls me outside, starts to tell me the problem, Im nervous I cut him off. He puts his arm around my shoulder, he is speaking to me very calmly while fixing my tie.Telling me not to say a word and get it fixed. While he is speaking very softly to me, his arm over my shoulder is very tense and shaking alittle bit like he is holding in a rage he wants to release. I almost shit in my pants.I was too younger back then and stupid back then to quit. lol