3:30, Reached at the Precision Tune for an oil change. The middle-aged receptionist man with long
hair quickly registered me. He said I
could leave the car and go as it was going to take at least an hour. I told him I would be waiting right there, as
I did not anywhere to go to—I did not have a ride either, to go from there to
anywhere. After he printed out the bill
and asked me to put my ‘autograph’ I casually asked him if the deal included
tire rotation. I had showed him a $16.95
coupon (with $3.45 other fee and taxes).
He said no, the deal only included oil and oil filter change. I told him the coupon said otherwise. He wanted to see the coupon one more
time. Showed him the coupon on my
phone. It did indeed say the deal
included tire rotation and brake inspection.
He was not too happy with that.
He said they were a repair shop and not a discount oil change
place. He threw away the old printout
and printed out a new bill and had me sign it.
I sat there in their waiting room and started writing. Later, when I saw the Accord being taken for
oil change I went out to see what was happening. The receptionist was there, smoking a
cigarette. I talked to him and found
out his name was Bud. He was a
chatterbox. He grew up in this area. He said by the time he turned 16, he already
had three cars. His mother looked out of
the window and asked about the cars lined up by the street. ‘I said they were all mine’, he told me
proudly. He said he had bought cars for
as low as $20/$30. He had an older
couple as a customer who drove an old car, white in color; the couple drove it
with utmost care. He said the Accord I
had was a 250-260 car (that it could go as high as 250,000 miles)—it had
169,000 miles on it then. He advised me
to use quality gas: Chevron, Texaco, 76.
