Arrrrgh!! ArrrrGGHHHHH!! So many stupid people, so little ammunition!! Where do they all come from? Why must they all show up
so close to me? Opps! Is the keyboard on? Sorry! Guess I better explain my carrying on here.
You know it was one of those rare days here in the northwest. Sunshine, blue skies and an early day off from work. I called the
High Commander on my way home. I have one of those neat gadgets that allow you to call from your moving vehicle provided that you
are with in the prescribed calling area, and hold this device at right angles to your body when traveling east or west and perpendicular
when going north and south. If you are going any variation of these directions such as NE, NW, the physical gyrations needed to cause
the device to work are difficult at best and dangerous if driving. You know I think they call them "static boxes"?
Well anyway, it being Friday I thought a movie and some diner was in order. The call was placed and the High Commander was given
the required two and one half-hours to get ready for such an event. Upon arrival home I thought that the sun was in the perfect
position for the taking of pictures of the grand machine sitting in the driveway. The High Commander already dressed for a special
occasion would make the perfect compliment to the photos. Pictures taken, we headed for a photo outlet to drop off the roll of film. It
was still early so I decided to get the oil changed on the truck.
We dropped it off and walked over to the closeout store for a little look-see. The High Commander decided that the shirt I was
wearing was old and useless (sort of like me) and bought another for me to wear there. Oh yea, she found something for her also. I
wondered back down to the oil change establishment to see how things were going on the truck. The oil filter from my truck was
twisted and bent, lying there on the grating of the floor. The technician commented on how hard the oil filters were to get off for the
first time on a new truck. I paid the bill and headed to pick up the High Commander and her new found treasures. Then it was back to
pick up the pictures and head for the restaurant.
Ding! Ding! "Whats that?" the High Commander asked. Ding, ding! I looked down at the gauges as directed to do so by the little
red light on the dash that said, "Check Gauges." Gas, opps diesel is fine. Temp, oil pressure, and alternator gauges are …….oh no!
The alternator gauge indicated that I was getting nothing from the alternator. I pulled over and checked what I could but found nothing
wrong. Back I went.
The manager who had done the oil change came out and met me as I drove up. I pointed out that the gauge displayed a disturbing
malfunction coming from the engine compartment of my truck. "I did not do anything!" he said. "Well you know it was just fine a few
minutes ago when I dropped it off here and now it is not" I said. "I think maybe you touched across something and shorted out
something." …. "Oh no I would not have done something like that, I am very careful" he said. "Maybe you should take it to the dealer."
About this time I was thinking to my self these words, %@^%%))(%^!(&!!!!!! You scawny little rat. This is my new truck and you broke
something on it and now you have the gaul to tell me you did nothing!! He had no clue how lucky he was that the High Commander did
not get out of the truck. Calmly I got into my wounded truck and made a dash for the dealer. It was late by now and I was afraid that
they would not be able to look at it.
The nice sunny day now had a gray pallor to it. The dealer was great and was able to get a look at it. Yep, just as I had thought. The
guy at the Lube Store had shorted across the positive side of the alternator and the engine block shorting out a 140amp fuse. That’s
huge! Even the dealer said it had to have looked like the fourth of July fireworks going off under the hood of that truck. There was no
way the guy could not have known what he had done.
The problem was that this fuse blew so very seldom that they did not have one in stock. "Hey no problem" I said. "Just show me
where this fuse is, and then I think I will go for a test drive in one of the fifty or so trucks you have sitting out there in the lot." The
service manager got the drift of my meaning and suddenly a fuse appeared. It is amazing how little prodding stupid people need. I
paid the non-warranty bill and back to the Lube Store I went.
The Lube Store paid me for the bill and gave me $10 off on my next oil change. Dang, I hate stupid people. Did he think I was as
stupid as he was and would ever bring my truck back to him?
"Hand me the ammunition High Commander!"………I got to do something.
so close to me? Opps! Is the keyboard on? Sorry! Guess I better explain my carrying on here.
You know it was one of those rare days here in the northwest. Sunshine, blue skies and an early day off from work. I called the
High Commander on my way home. I have one of those neat gadgets that allow you to call from your moving vehicle provided that you
are with in the prescribed calling area, and hold this device at right angles to your body when traveling east or west and perpendicular
when going north and south. If you are going any variation of these directions such as NE, NW, the physical gyrations needed to cause
the device to work are difficult at best and dangerous if driving. You know I think they call them "static boxes"?
Well anyway, it being Friday I thought a movie and some diner was in order. The call was placed and the High Commander was given
the required two and one half-hours to get ready for such an event. Upon arrival home I thought that the sun was in the perfect
position for the taking of pictures of the grand machine sitting in the driveway. The High Commander already dressed for a special
occasion would make the perfect compliment to the photos. Pictures taken, we headed for a photo outlet to drop off the roll of film. It
was still early so I decided to get the oil changed on the truck.
We dropped it off and walked over to the closeout store for a little look-see. The High Commander decided that the shirt I was
wearing was old and useless (sort of like me) and bought another for me to wear there. Oh yea, she found something for her also. I
wondered back down to the oil change establishment to see how things were going on the truck. The oil filter from my truck was
twisted and bent, lying there on the grating of the floor. The technician commented on how hard the oil filters were to get off for the
first time on a new truck. I paid the bill and headed to pick up the High Commander and her new found treasures. Then it was back to
pick up the pictures and head for the restaurant.
Ding! Ding! "Whats that?" the High Commander asked. Ding, ding! I looked down at the gauges as directed to do so by the little
red light on the dash that said, "Check Gauges." Gas, opps diesel is fine. Temp, oil pressure, and alternator gauges are …….oh no!
The alternator gauge indicated that I was getting nothing from the alternator. I pulled over and checked what I could but found nothing
wrong. Back I went.
The manager who had done the oil change came out and met me as I drove up. I pointed out that the gauge displayed a disturbing
malfunction coming from the engine compartment of my truck. "I did not do anything!" he said. "Well you know it was just fine a few
minutes ago when I dropped it off here and now it is not" I said. "I think maybe you touched across something and shorted out
something." …. "Oh no I would not have done something like that, I am very careful" he said. "Maybe you should take it to the dealer."
About this time I was thinking to my self these words, %@^%%))(%^!(&!!!!!! You scawny little rat. This is my new truck and you broke
something on it and now you have the gaul to tell me you did nothing!! He had no clue how lucky he was that the High Commander did
not get out of the truck. Calmly I got into my wounded truck and made a dash for the dealer. It was late by now and I was afraid that
they would not be able to look at it.
The nice sunny day now had a gray pallor to it. The dealer was great and was able to get a look at it. Yep, just as I had thought. The
guy at the Lube Store had shorted across the positive side of the alternator and the engine block shorting out a 140amp fuse. That’s
huge! Even the dealer said it had to have looked like the fourth of July fireworks going off under the hood of that truck. There was no
way the guy could not have known what he had done.
The problem was that this fuse blew so very seldom that they did not have one in stock. "Hey no problem" I said. "Just show me
where this fuse is, and then I think I will go for a test drive in one of the fifty or so trucks you have sitting out there in the lot." The
service manager got the drift of my meaning and suddenly a fuse appeared. It is amazing how little prodding stupid people need. I
paid the non-warranty bill and back to the Lube Store I went.
The Lube Store paid me for the bill and gave me $10 off on my next oil change. Dang, I hate stupid people. Did he think I was as
stupid as he was and would ever bring my truck back to him?
"Hand me the ammunition High Commander!"………I got to do something.
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