Tinters
Windscreen fitters
Air con "techs"
Tyre fitters
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Had all 4 and had issues with all but AC as he's a proper refrigeration engineer with more work than he can shake a stick at.
Tinters made my back door leak, so I refitted the glass. No leak.
Windscreen fitters, last time, took 4 attempts , broke it the first time, refitted it and it still leaked, they openly admitted they don't have many people who know how to fit on rubbers any more.
The last set of tyres I had to get done in a hurry in Manchester after a blow out on the M62. I pulled the nose of the car into the empty but cavernous workshop then went upstairs into the waiting room to be told to put the truck in the empty car park by the slightly controlling guy behind the desk with the 'don't worry Sir we know better than you' sort of patronising attitude. So then the keys get sent down to a fitter who then takes the next 5 minutes to interpret the instructions I had given for the alarm fob. After setting it off three times and failing to start it he gets it going and brings it into the workshop.
He puts it on a sort of ramp that leaves the wheels free but not one with the arms, operates it and up comes the truck…until the ramp stalls with the wheels still in contact with the floor. 4 attempts later he puts jacks under it as well.
I decide to ask if he would put any white lettering to the inside, which was obviously too difficult for him to comprehend as he just looked at me and grunted. I eventually established that there was no white lettering.
Then the fitter having spent 1.5 hrs fitting 4 tyres and putting the best on the spare had to drive the truck to the upper floor for me to collect. I asked what he had done with the spare and found he had chucked it in the boot and didn't like me going round checking the wheels were on ok with no loose nuts…I had some nervous passengers to drive 4 hours plus back from Manchester.
Then I asked to use his loo. Well, you would have thought I had just told him he was being sent home from the X Factor by the look of despair he gave me as he desperately tried to get the roller shutter door down before I got to it.
All this after a two hour ordeal by the side of the M62 followed by a day searching for tyres.
What fun!
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