They have the Hindu devotional music playing when I pull up. Cool. Came in for an oil change. That's all I wanted. An oil change. OILLLLLL CHANGEEEEEEE. The Neanderthal working on my truck tries to sell me extra stuff. Guyanese cat. Pulls out my air filter like, "you wan ya filter change?" No, that's ok thank you. (Going hard now: "Oh I can change it for you no problem." It's a K&N filter it doesn't change, you clean it and put it back. "So let me clean it." Yo put my shit back please and thank you. What a dummy.
Then he proceeds to check my wiper blades telling me it's touching each other and that I bought the wrong size. They're not touching but he's literally squeezing both of them together, telling me it's touching. Yea it's touching because you're bringing them together, jackass.
At this point I've had it. Finished the oil change, paid my 80 bucks and got the hell outta there. Beware the tall Guyanese guy with the mean face. He's a prick. read more