I was at the local Chrysler/Mitsubishi dealer last night to pick up some Pennzoil Ultra 5W-40. There was a new guy behind the counter with enough gel on his hair to build a brick wall, dressed in a black suit, fiddling with prayer beads in his hand.
Went through the usual hellos, and said I needed a case of Pennzoil Ultra. He asked me why I needed 6 quarts and not 7, so I said this application required 5.5 quarts. Next he asks what the car is, then gives me a lecture on how "Pennzoil Ultra is only meant for Chrysler engines" and not Ford, and how I won't know better than him.
Completely ignoring him, I asked his colleague instead. Also had a word with the manager. Having been a customer for 13 years, I don't think I deserve to be treated in such a manner.
Anyone else had the "honor" of meeting another Mr. Wiseguy?
Went through the usual hellos, and said I needed a case of Pennzoil Ultra. He asked me why I needed 6 quarts and not 7, so I said this application required 5.5 quarts. Next he asks what the car is, then gives me a lecture on how "Pennzoil Ultra is only meant for Chrysler engines" and not Ford, and how I won't know better than him.
Completely ignoring him, I asked his colleague instead. Also had a word with the manager. Having been a customer for 13 years, I don't think I deserve to be treated in such a manner.
Anyone else had the "honor" of meeting another Mr. Wiseguy?