STUPID PEOPLE
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.
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.
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