AZRodDave
Well-known member
You all know the scenario, you go into a "modern" parts store wanting something, and the little pimple faced clown asks what year, what model, what engine, what transmission, etc. What you want, for example an inline glass fuel filter, is NOT for a specific car, nor is it going to be in his computer screen, which he uses instead of his ears and BRAIN, looks at you dumbfounded and confused and asks again what year, what make, what model, etc. As you tell him it is for a bucket T with an Olds Rocket 88 (for example), his empty face stares into the useless screen with glazed over eyes, and he has no clue what the hell to do !!!
Then the "old guy" comes out of the back, and you tell him what you want and he walks you over to where it is on the shelf, or goes back into the rows and brings it out, and off you go! OR, you go back to torture the young lost boy with another request that just might put him into a seizure of some sort. Okay, I wanted to do that, but let him go ... THIS time. [ddd
Then the "old guy" comes out of the back, and you tell him what you want and he walks you over to where it is on the shelf, or goes back into the rows and brings it out, and off you go! OR, you go back to torture the young lost boy with another request that just might put him into a seizure of some sort. Okay, I wanted to do that, but let him go ... THIS time. [ddd