I am convinced sometimes being a woman is for the birds...especially when it comes to anything car related. When my brakes started sounding like I was dragging a herd of elephants behind me, I knew I was in trouble. Just knowing I would have to bring my car into the shop two and a half weeks before Christmas, didn't make me happy.
In disgust, I told my friend about my car problem. She told me her dad would be willing to change the brakes for me that day, the holiday angels began singing again! She too had a problem with her brakes and her dad had just gotten back from Auto Barn with the supplies to change them.
I walk into Auto Barn and the guy looked at me as if I mistakenly walked into the wrong store. I explained that I needed brakes and he kind of just pointed to the back and mumbled something. I go to the back and am greeted with "Hello, how can I help you?" Nope, it was just a blank stare as if to say WTF do you need...
I say I need the brakes, he hands me this little box (I swear, I thought I'd be walking out of there with a huge contraption I would need a fork lift for.) He told me to pay in the front.
I needed some other car things (girly air fresheners, furry steering wheel cover...kidding) and walked down an aisle. The man who gave me the brakes leaves his counter, walks to the aisle I was in, as if to check up on me. Did he think I was trying to steal? That was the impression I got. That was my cue to pay and get the heck out.
Needless to say, I wasn't happy about my experience at Auto Barn. The stuff is expensive, and the employees were very impersonal.
My friends dad, who had been to the store an hour earlier, told me the guy didn't even give me the brakes that were on sale! read more