05/24/2026
So yesterday was horrible. I don’t know how things went down hill so badly but they did.
I went to Lynn, MA for an auto part. Should have been simple, I had the part number and all the info. The employee helping me was in a really bad mood to begin with and I don’t suffer fools and as****es all that well.
I left Sven in the car because of potholes, debris and oil all over the ground, I didn’t want an injury over it, and praying we didn’t get a flat. I thought it was a parts store, turned out to be a junkyard and then some.
I give him the part number and he’s hollering at me that it’s not the part number, it’s a car number. I say sorry, how would I know that, it’s the only number on the website given when looking up the item. He’s really snippy to me but looks up the part and says I’d have to wait an hour but they’ll get it.
The guy wanted money upfront for the part, sight unseen. Why would I pay for a used part that I don’t know the condition of and can’t return the part. That’s nuts. I really thought it was already on a backroom shelf, but apparently, they have to go pull it off a car in the junk yard. I asked for a photo or to be able to see the part first and he just tore off into a litany of obscenities at me calling me "a dirty w***e, go suck his c**k, get out of his store" and so on.
Ok, as***le, considering his attitude we’ll just go by this for more money from your competitor, you obviously don’t need the money. (worst customer service ever) It really wouldn’t have taken very much in conversation or effort to discuss the part and make a sale. But so be it...
As I’m leaving, he starts to follow us out the door and threatening to break our headlights and good luck finding parts he's not going to sell us anything and calling me 'miserable fat fu***ng cunt"… things are starting to go way beyond the pale. His reaction to the whole encounter is grossly overboard as it was.
At this point, I had my pepper spray in my hand ready to go if he advanced any further or damaged the headlights and I opened the car door…
His coworkers in the parking lot near the gate are hollering to him… “Dios Mio… Perro, Perro… Vaminos senior, vaminos !!!”
I chuckle to myself, knowing they saw my 200+ lb. dog leap up as I opened the door to get in. One look at h him and no translation needed in any language. Not that I would ever sic my dog on anyone or put him in harm’s way, but it sure is funny when people get a look at him.
And seriously the thought of having to mow him down like a scene out of breaking bad crossed my mind for a fleeting moment, if he attempted to block our egress.
Alas as luck or fate would have it, they did go over and block their coworker from advancing on us and we were able to leave unscathed.
There was an officer working a detail on the other side of the two way highway, I would have had a hell of a time navigating traffic just to get to him to report it. I kept going and just headed for home. The guy didn't really hurt my feelings any, they're just words, and it says more about his character than it does mine.
I bought the part brand new from a little shop in CA, paying 3 times as much, anf happy to do so. Comes with the Amazon Guarantee.