So, I woke up early today.
Went to work at my parent's auto repair shop, as I usually do on saturdays.
I don't really get paid, so I guess I shouldn't call it "work". (volunteer, then. )
Anyway, today was a total work out. From beginning of the day, till 4 pm, I only had one 15 minute lunch break.
Lots of foot traffic, and oil changes. We don't really make much money per oil changes, but it's also one of the easiest task to perform.
Interesting car of the day was 1989, Mercedes Benz 420 SEL. That car is freaking huge. .
Had to perform spark plug wire changes, and oil change on it.
Since the air filter housing had to come off, I cleaned throttle body while at it. Didn't take long.
It took about 7 and a half liters of oil after draining and filter changing. That's a LOT.
What impressed me the most was the car's interior. It's Fantastic. loads of room in the back seat, leather and wood plentiful. Air bags, ABS, and cruise control, and doors feel solid, but not too heavy; closes with sweet "thunk" but at the same time, there's mechanical "clicky-clack" sound.
I've ridden in modern S class before, but the newer car's interior, as nice as they are, didn't really IMPRESS me before.
I think I like old Benz now..
Screw up of the day. I changed a rear shock absorber on a 97 CR-V. had to do it 3 times, because I kept forgetting to transfer old bushings onto the new one (new one doesn't come with any bushings.. I hate that.)
Funny story of the day.
Old couple came in for an oil change and tire check on a 97-98 Chrysler Dy-nasty. It is the old gentleman's car.
I get in the car to bring it into the garage. The interior is ..filthy. And the seat is wet. My work pants and undies are soaked in, and I'm pis$ed off that the driver was so careless to leave a wet car seat and not notify us. Maybe the driver spilled entire bottle of water on the seat.
Boy was I wrong......
I march into the office to talk to him about spilling water on the seat and causing me the discomfort of wet pants, and I notice, alas, his entire crotch area of the his jeans are not only wet, but dripping onto our office floor..
I quickly called his lady companion, take her away to tell her the situation, and she's like "oh, my.. yes he does have some problem controlling the ... "
The man peed in his car seat, (and our floor) and I SAT ON IT!
I told my mother and she couldn't resist laughing at me for half an hour.
I put layers of news papers and plastic seat cover to shield everyone else's butt, and cleaned it out when I was done. The lady thanked me for not embarrassing him. .. No problem. I'm sure it's embarrassing, but my butt was covered in pee, too, so I wasn't too keen on mentioning it.
Kept my mouth shut and I got tipped 5 bucks for that.
And I worked the rest of the day with wet pants soaked in someone else's pee...
It made me sad about getting old, though...
