Well, it's the new millennium; you either change with them or you stop fixing stuff. I go into the same NAPA store, and get asked the same questions. It's not that he doesn't care, it's just that I'm not his only customer.
On the bright side, most National Parts chains, except NAPA allow you to see if that part is available in your area.
If you do need to call around, ask who makes the part he is looking at on his screen. If it isn't what you want, have it drop shipped to their location.
Personally I'm glad parts stores have cleaned up their act. I don't much give a mouses behind what the person behind the counter looks like, but they better treat me with a modicum of respect until they get to know me better
Ron
No argument on respect - but that includes the ability to swear in my general direction,
once you have earned the privilege of doing so. And, once I signal it's OK to do so that day (usually by swearing first. Note greeting above.)
It takes displaying competence consistently to earn that privilege, but it's a useful privilege to have (having been behind a parts counter myself for a few years, I can understand the frustrations of the job! BTDT, and printed my own damned T-shirt...)
I place a good deal more stock on competence and interpersonal relations than I do on personal appearance - just so I can tell you bathe every day in actual water, using actual soap. That really isn't so much to ask.
Kinda like watching House the other night, when he's doing clinic work. He's checking out someone who is
immaculately groomed, and the guy is complaining about House's rumpled shirt
et al.
"Do you use your toenail clippers to trim your nose hairs?"
"I find I can reach farther with them."
"I may not have ironed my shirt, and I may have forgotten to brush my hair this week - but
you have athlete's foot in your nose."
Clean != neat. I may not always be neat, but I'm usually clean - and I do expect that other members of the public are as well. If not, I'm sure I could scare up some S.O.S. pads and a garden hose without too much effort...
I used to threaten my boys with that sort of thing. Only had to do it once. He didn't believe I'd do it, and that I could do it lone-handed. I chased him down in the front yard, and the whole neighbourhood got to watch him getting scrubbed.
What's funny is that
everyone's kids would behave when they saw me!