Where has it gone? I remember when I was a little kid, riding with my Dad to go to the service station. A spunky kid in some oil drenched coveralls would sprint out, gas up the vehicle, wash the window, check the oil, and offer blow jobs to everyone in the car. All with a smile. After we would have him blow Bunko, our springer spaniel, my Dad would flip him a quarter and he would thank him with the title "sir".
Today, I decided to get an oil change and a car wash. As I waited for them to finish washing my truck, I observed them place my wet mats upon my seat. Now, this I kinda get. My truck probably costs more than the car washers house, so this may be his way of sticking it to the (perceived) man. When I received my vehicle, I held my tongue, but also held my tip back. As I entered my truck, I observed many things amiss. First, my radio station had been turned. Ok, maybe you don't like metal. Then I noticed the both front seats had been moved. I understand having to move the driver's side, but did you give Pedro a lift to the store? WTF? Then I noticed the steering wheel had been tilted. Really? Then I noticed the poor quality of the inner detailing. Then I thought about how the truck was received, without a thank you or smile.
I thought about asking the attendant to come over to my house so he could make a ham sandwich and fuck my sister. In this economy, shouldn't people be thankful to even be working? I know the job is shit, but it's not like they were put on a boat from Mexico and forced into car washing slavery.
I miss the old days.
Today, I decided to get an oil change and a car wash. As I waited for them to finish washing my truck, I observed them place my wet mats upon my seat. Now, this I kinda get. My truck probably costs more than the car washers house, so this may be his way of sticking it to the (perceived) man. When I received my vehicle, I held my tongue, but also held my tip back. As I entered my truck, I observed many things amiss. First, my radio station had been turned. Ok, maybe you don't like metal. Then I noticed the both front seats had been moved. I understand having to move the driver's side, but did you give Pedro a lift to the store? WTF? Then I noticed the steering wheel had been tilted. Really? Then I noticed the poor quality of the inner detailing. Then I thought about how the truck was received, without a thank you or smile.
I thought about asking the attendant to come over to my house so he could make a ham sandwich and fuck my sister. In this economy, shouldn't people be thankful to even be working? I know the job is shit, but it's not like they were put on a boat from Mexico and forced into car washing slavery.
I miss the old days.
