You talked me into it.....
When we moved to AZ, I got a job as service manager for a large Texaco station. It was a beautiful, clean, busy, well-equipped, 6-bay shop with monied clientele. Located in one of the hoity-toity addresses in all of Arizona, the only Texaco station still in existence at the time that only offered full-service gas pumps. They are still there and are still the only full-service gas station anyplace around here, although they are now a Sinclair station, but I digress....
My job was to speak with each client, find out what their needs were, then work with them to facilitate their repair. A nice elderly lady drove up to my work area in a late-1960's Oldsmobile 98 four door hardtop. She advised that she needed her refrigeration checked. Being the customer-oriented individual I can be, I went inside to my desk, pulled out the Yellow Pages, and found her the phone number for Spencer's Appliances "Where you have a friend in the business". I wrote their name and number neatly on a Post-it note and handed it to her. She gave me a strange look. I glanced at the guys in the shop who were rolling on the floor laughing at me. You see, in Arizona, air conditioning is called "refrigeration". If you use the term air conditioning, the locals will advise you that "Y'all ain't from around here, are you?". She wanted the air conditioning checked in her Oldsmobile.
This nice lady was one of my best customers at that shop. A couple years later, she drove up to my area and said her car was making a noise like a kitten crying. We put her car up on the drive-on lift and found a thoroughly aggravated little bitty black kitten who had a death grip on the right rear coil spring. We finally dug this little kitten out of the Oldsmobile. I took him home, we named him Tubby, and he lived 15 happy years in our cat herd...
I also have a story about a whistle.......
Life can be tough. It can be even tougher if you're stupid.....
