I just got off the phone with the manager of the shop I dropped my car off with this morning for a new tire and an alignment. The conversation went a little something like this:
Manager: Jackson your car is too low.
Me: I know, that's the point.
Manager: We can't get it up the small incline that leads to the alignment rack! We got your front tire put back on, but when we were backing it out, your front bumper ripped off.
Me: Yeah it was already fugged up.
Manager: Well, I guess you can come pick it up, but I don't know what you are going to do about the alignment.
Me: Oh well, it still drives straight.
I was LMAO after everything he said, I loved it. He was chuckling too by the end of the conversation. It was awesome.
Manager: Jackson your car is too low.
Me: I know, that's the point.
Manager: We can't get it up the small incline that leads to the alignment rack! We got your front tire put back on, but when we were backing it out, your front bumper ripped off.
Me: Yeah it was already fugged up.
Manager: Well, I guess you can come pick it up, but I don't know what you are going to do about the alignment.
Me: Oh well, it still drives straight.
I was LMAO after everything he said, I loved it. He was chuckling too by the end of the conversation. It was awesome.
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