Another Proof

of the Non-Existence of God

Mechanics are usually expected to be less the reputable. They have almost all been, in my experience an unlawful, scheming pack of miscreants who are usually unable to distinguish between exaggerations and flat out lies. The only occupation as a group that are less inclined to have a conscience are lawyers.

Short explanation: My Parents needed an electrical connection fixed on the undercarriage of a Dodge Neon. They knew what was wrong with it, I knew what was wrong with it, unfortunately the mechanic didn't. He was so stupid he couldn't figure out where to adjust (there's a trick) in order to make the car start.

Long explanation: His wife (who doubles as the secretary) calls us, and tells us that it is the fuel-pump, it needs to be replaced, and will cost 419 dollars before tax. She also let slip that they actually hadn't been able to get the thing started. Being the gracious and always helpful people we are, my brother came over and gave me a ride down to the repair shop so we could show them what we needed to do in order to get it started.

The moronic mechanic got flustered and blurted out that he had already gotten the thing started and had it running, it needs a fuel pump.

Except his son (I'm assuming) also has the kind of loose lips that sink ships, and let loose that the other guy is the only one to have worked on it, and here's the catch: someone would have needed to tap the gas tank near the electrical connection while someone was turning the key in order to start it, and they didn't.

The lying liars couldn't keep their stories straight. Nor would they admit their incompetance. So, they lost our business, my brother picked up the keys from them this morning. Then they brought it to a new level. They called us and told us to take the car off their half empty lot, because they needed the room for others.

They didn't need any such thing, but I had to walk over and drive it back, so they wouldn't tow the thing. Sometimes people are such useless pricks.