Does this tick you off ?

If you don't even know what model your vehicle is, IMO, you shouldn't be going to pick up parts for it....hell, I'm not even sure you should be allowed to fuel it up on your own....

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If you don't even know what model your vehicle is, IMO, you shouldn't be going to pick up parts for it....hell, I'm not even sure you should be allowed to fuel it up on your own....

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My brother inlaw wanted me to change the brakes on his car. I told him Ill go buy the parts and he can just give me the money. No, he insisted he would get the parts. He didnt know what model his gulf was and showed up with the wrong rotors. Im like the car was right outside the store, you couldnt walk out and see if it was a GTS or GT or whatever??
 
My brother inlaw wanted me to change the brakes on his car. I told him Ill go buy the parts and he can just give me the money. No, he insisted he would get the parts. He didnt know what model his gulf was and showed up with the wrong rotors. Im like the car was right outside the store, you couldnt walk out and see if it was a GTS or GT or whatever??

I dunno, some of those foreign cars it can make a difference on what day of the week it was built...
 
I made the mistake of going into an O'Reilly's looking for a flasher to fix my blinkers since they were flashing ridiculously fast ever since I got led's in the rear. All I needed was an electronic flasher made to run led's. I just had a question on some of the flashers they had there on the shelf because some of them said that they were for led equipped trailers and wondered if it would work for what I needed. I ended up catching a manager walking by so I quickly asked him if he thought they would work. BIG mistake. He didn't seem to understand why my blinkers were blinking so fast. I told him it was because of the led's in the back. He still didn't understand why they would make a difference. At that point, I had to try to explain to him what was going on without sounding like a dick; which when you're talking about something as simple as a flasher, is impossible. So I, as politely as possible, explained to him that the led's draw a lot less amperage than a halogen bulb and in return, the stock flasher made for halogen bulbs thinks that a bulb is burnt out and therefore doubles your flash rate. He proceeded to call me a liar and that "In my 20 years of being in the parts business, I've never seen led's cause blinkers to do that!", which was stupid, because my Jeep was right there in the parking lot. So I so graciously offered to follow him out into the parking lot and demonstrate to him first hand how I do indeed have led blinkers in the rear and that my blinkers do indeed blink twice as fast as they should. He however, was far too pissed off by then to take me up on my offer and just continued to give me a LOT of attitude. At that point I was done. I simply said that I was sorry for the trouble and that all I really wanted to do, was to talk to somone that knew what the hell they were talking about but that apparently that was asking too much. The guy just stormed off back behind the counter and ended up being on the phone when I came back up to the counter to buy some piddly shit, I don't even remember what it was but I was still pissed off at how that guy had treated me. The guy at the register was very nice and I couldn't help myself. This is where I should've let it go, get my stuff and left... but I didn't. With a projecting voice, I asked the guy at the register how it was to work for a complete asshole with a terrible attitude. He was caught a bit off guard needless to say, but grinned timidly, obviously inhibited to agree too much due to the fact that the manager was still directly behind him on the phone. Of course, the guy heard me and abruptly ended his phone conversation to come and confront me. He got in my face, called me every name in the book and told me that I didn't know what I was talking about. Violence ensued. I'm no longer welcome at that O'Reilly's. No sweat off my back, I went to Napa, was in and out in two minutes and fifteen bucks poorer.

Oh, but he didn't ask me if it was a "plain ole Cherokee or a Grand Cherokee"... :D
 
I made the mistake of going into an O'Reilly's looking for a flasher to fix my blinkers since they were flashing ridiculously fast ever since I got led's in the rear. All I needed was an electronic flasher made to run led's. I just had a question on some of the flashers they had there on the shelf because some of them said that they were for led equipped trailers and wondered if it would work for what I needed. I ended up catching a manager walking by so I quickly asked him if he thought they would work. BIG mistake. He didn't seem to understand why my blinkers were blinking so fast. I told him it was because of the led's in the back. He still didn't understand why they would make a difference. At that point, I had to try to explain to him what was going on without sounding like a dick; which when you're talking about something as simple as a flasher, is impossible. So I, as politely as possible, explained to him that the led's draw a lot less amperage than a halogen bulb and in return, the stock flasher made for halogen bulbs thinks that a bulb is burnt out and therefore doubles your flash rate. He proceeded to call me a liar and that "In my 20 years of being in the parts business, I've never seen led's cause blinkers to do that!", which was stupid, because my Jeep was right there in the parking lot. So I so graciously offered to follow him out into the parking lot and demonstrate to him first hand how I do indeed have led blinkers in the rear and that my blinkers do indeed blink twice as fast as they should. He however, was far too pissed off by then to take me up on my offer and just continued to give me a LOT of attitude. At that point I was done. I simply said that I was sorry for the trouble and that all I really wanted to do, was to talk to somone that knew what the hell they were talking about but that apparently that was asking too much. The guy just stormed off back behind the counter and ended up being on the phone when I came back up to the counter to buy some piddly shit, I don't even remember what it was but I was still pissed off at how that guy had treated me. The guy at the register was very nice and I couldn't help myself. This is where I should've let it go, get my stuff and left... but I didn't. With a projecting voice, I asked the guy at the register how it was to work for a complete asshole with a terrible attitude. He was caught a bit off guard needless to say, but grinned timidly, obviously inhibited to agree too much due to the fact that the manager was still directly behind him on the phone. Of course, the guy heard me and abruptly ended his phone conversation to come and confront me. He got in my face, called me every name in the book and told me that I didn't know what I was talking about. Violence ensued. I'm no longer welcome at that O'Reilly's. No sweat off my back, I went to Napa, was in and out in two minutes and fifteen bucks poorer.

Oh, but he didn't ask me if it was a "plain ole Cherokee or a Grand Cherokee"... :D

I hope you kicked his ass, and informed the Oreilys corp.

The WORST he should have done was be polite to you and ask you to leave to store. If you wouldn't he should have called the police.

This guy needs to be in another job, one that doesn't involve working with people.

I was just double checking to see where you are located. I was hoping it was in the Houston area. I felt like going by the Oriely's and asking him "What the hell!?!?!"
 
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I hope you kicked his ass, and informed the Oreilys corp.

The WORST he should have done was be polite to you and ask you to leave to store. If you wouldn't he should have called the police.

This guy needs to be in another job, one that doesn't involve working with people.

I was just double checking to see where you are located. I was hoping it was in the Houston area. I felt like going by the Oriely's and asking him "What the hell!?!?!"

I'm totally with ya on the fact that all he had to do was ask me to leave or at the most call the police and have THEM make me leave, but to act like some kinda badass after bein such a dick was just ridiculous. And what I REALLY regret is not tellin corperate. I ended up waitin so long that I figured it would be a lost cause :banghead:. The whole thing was just retarded...
 
I'm totally with ya on the fact that all he had to do was ask me to leave or at the most call the police and have THEM make me leave, but to act like some kinda badass after bein such a dick was just ridiculous. And what I REALLY regret is not tellin corperate. I ended up waitin so long that I figured it would be a lost cause :banghead:. The whole thing was just retarded...

Remember, all of you, when a business employees someone like that and you DO NOT tell someone! You are putting the next guy (even the next A$$HOLE) at risk. I mean come on. I have one hell of a temper but I can promise you I'm not going to put my annual salary at risk just for the satisfaction of bitch slapping your silly a$$. :loveu:
 
Who started swinging?









I've been on both sides of the counter, on the customer side in parts stores where sometimes the person behind the counter is clueless (been asked if I wanted wheel cylinders for the front of my XJ as well as the rears I had been looking for:dunce:), while also had some body send one of the women in their life (Wife, sister, daughter, GF) in to get parts and never bother telling them what part they needed or what truck they needed parts for.
 
Who started swinging?









I've been on both sides of the counter, on the customer side in parts stores where sometimes the person behind the counter is clueless (been asked if I wanted wheel cylinders for the front of my XJ as well as the rears I had been looking for:dunce:), while also had some body send one of the women in their life (Wife, sister, daughter, GF) in to get parts and never bother telling them what part they needed or what truck they needed parts for.

Well, when he came back in front of the counter to confront me, he immediately got in my face like WAAAAAAAY in my personal bubble. I saw his fist ball up and his shoulder go back so I threw him over the counter right as he swung at me. He missed obviously. And when I say "threw him over the counter" I don't mean OK Corral style where he went over the other side lol, I wish. Just on top of the counter basically and I just pinned him there with the boney side of my forearm against his neck. He looked scared shitless. I hope he thinks twice the next time he picks a fight with someone a lot smaller than him. Haha, the look on the faces of everyone else in the store was PRICELESS :roflmao:. Especially the guy at the register. You could tell I made the day of everyone who knew this douchebag.
 
I definately could've. And if it happened today I would. But it happened more than a year ago and at that time I wasn't as well versed in the law as I am now and I was really worried about keepin my record clean (future law enforcement) and I was afraid that somehow it would end up gettin screwed around to where I ended up gettin in trouble for it. And to be honest with ya there's a good chance that there are no security cameras in that store. And I just kinda left after it all happened, still pretty pissed off. And I have a feeling if they did go back and get the tape it would only be to make copies and send to all the employees for Christmas lol. I'd like a copy.
 
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you should be some sort of super hero that beats the snot out of all the auto parts strore dumbsh*ts .i always tell em its for an "88 cherokee" instead of an xj wagoneer because anytime you say wagoneer they think of the big fsj.
the other day i went in there to get a wiper blade for my "88 cherokee" and the lady asked me "just a regular cherokee"... hhhhhhhm? now lets see here isnt that the ony type of cherokee made in 88 (im being sarcastic here i know zj didnt start till 93)
.... Now I explain things at their level and they know me as that kid that wanted the "big" glasspack
 
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The whole O'Rielly's sciene seems wildly outlandish to me. I love my local O'Rielly's, theve learned to just let me look unless i ask questions. They know that im usually building some crazy part that has never been manufactured, and never should be. They try to be helpfull and let me rummage through all there stuff. The only question they ask me is "is this for the Eclipse or your Jeep Thingy?" Sometimes a new guy will try to treat me like all the other dumbass kids who i see in there sometimes... The others just sit behind the counter and snicker to themselves as i try to explain to the poor guy what it is im doing.
 
with this we must remember. These guys/gals get paid in potato chips or somethin. They deal with I would guess 75% that have no clue as to what they need, or what they drive. So... Gettin your back up is a waste of time. These poor people just wanna go home. I try my best to do the research myself, online before I enter. I live 38 miles from the nearest reasonable parts store, and have gotten the wrong parts occasionally. I just tell myself, at the end of the day, they're still just as goofy and useless as at the start.
 
with this we must remember. These guys/gals get paid in potato chips or somethin. They deal with I would guess 75% that have no clue as to what they need, or what they drive. So... Gettin your back up is a waste of time. These poor people just wanna go home. I try my best to do the research myself, online before I enter. I live 38 miles from the nearest reasonable parts store, and have gotten the wrong parts occasionally. I just tell myself, at the end of the day, they're still just as goofy and useless as at the start.

I agree with you mostly, but when you've done your research and they argue with you...

I know just turn around and leave.
 
I get real ticked off everytime a parts clerk asks "grand" even though I knew he is just doing his job by clarifying what I have. It just sort of annoys me.

One day, after a lengthy bout of parts shopping, I had enough of those questions and I sort of unloaded on a guy at the local Kragen. He stood there with a dumb saddenss on his face like I killed his favorite sister. I realized how stupid I must have sounded to him considering the dozens of customers he deals with each day, then I did my best to back pedal and lighten the tense situation.

Having learned from that and not wanting to emotionally damage my minimally waged, yet underappreciated parts clerks, I now make it very clear what I drive, and only unload my frustration ONLY when the Jeep agnostic clerk robotically repeats the question I have just answered in an attempt to avoid such agonizing conversation.

Similar story at Starbucks. I like my coffee black, the way nature intended it. I order a Grande drip with no room. 9 out of 10 times the caffeinated, tattoo'd coffee babe asks me if I want room for cream. I mean, WTF?
 
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