03-08-2006, 11:14pm
Ok... this happened years ago...
Dropped car in for 1500km (first) service. Went to pick it up and the customer services receptionist tells me "One of the service managers will bring it down for you".
Car comes down ramp. Enormous scrape down whole passenger side. Before the poor bastard even gets out of the seat I'm at him hammer and tongs. "What the hell happened there !"..... "Holy shit man !" ... "How the heck did you do that much damage !" and a barrage of other terse and sarcastic questions.
He's staring at me with this embarrassed look on his face, wringing his hands, real nervous and giving me sheepish answers like "Yeah... I did that. Silly me !" and "You know... these things happen, it was just an accident" and "Its not so bad, I'm sure it'll be fixed good as new" and "Its the first time I've scraped a car in 20 years of driving" and words to that effect.... which is just pissing me off even more.
Just as I'm asking him if he got his f'n license from a cornflakes packet..... my car comes down the ramp.
Same model, same mags, same colour, his rego plate - KIA-896, mine KIA-899. Oops.
But wait, theres more....
To cap it off, at this moment he hasn't realised yet that I've just discovered I'm a complete dick. I am suddenly speechless. I'm still trying to form an appropriate grovel in my head. He mistakes this moment of silent panic on my part as me expecting him to say something.
Before I get a word out, he starts wringing his hands again and says "You NRMA assessors are bloody harsh".
The older I get, the better I was. Regards.... Rob
Dropped car in for 1500km (first) service. Went to pick it up and the customer services receptionist tells me "One of the service managers will bring it down for you".
Car comes down ramp. Enormous scrape down whole passenger side. Before the poor bastard even gets out of the seat I'm at him hammer and tongs. "What the hell happened there !"..... "Holy shit man !" ... "How the heck did you do that much damage !" and a barrage of other terse and sarcastic questions.
He's staring at me with this embarrassed look on his face, wringing his hands, real nervous and giving me sheepish answers like "Yeah... I did that. Silly me !" and "You know... these things happen, it was just an accident" and "Its not so bad, I'm sure it'll be fixed good as new" and "Its the first time I've scraped a car in 20 years of driving" and words to that effect.... which is just pissing me off even more.
Just as I'm asking him if he got his f'n license from a cornflakes packet..... my car comes down the ramp.
Same model, same mags, same colour, his rego plate - KIA-896, mine KIA-899. Oops.
But wait, theres more....
To cap it off, at this moment he hasn't realised yet that I've just discovered I'm a complete dick. I am suddenly speechless. I'm still trying to form an appropriate grovel in my head. He mistakes this moment of silent panic on my part as me expecting him to say something.
Before I get a word out, he starts wringing his hands again and says "You NRMA assessors are bloody harsh".
The older I get, the better I was. Regards.... Rob