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Took the Z down there with two new tires for the rear. Told the shop owner what I wanted (long time friend, long time customer of his as is my whole family). No problem, give him just a minute to get it in he says and walks out to the shop. A service tech comes in and asks for my keys. I walk out with him and tell him about using my lug keys and to NOT use air tools on the wheels. No problem he says. The douchenozzle, with me still standing outside, proceeds in revving the engine like he owns the car or something (not just trying to figure out the clutch as I could tell from the number of times and how high he revved). I yell at him and he either doesn't hear me or ignores. I run over to the car (he's still revving as he makes the swing towards the farthest service bay) and tell him to get his rear out of my car. He plays stupid like he has no idea what I'm talking about and that he wasn't revving high or whatever. He gets out of the car and leaves it right infront of the bay door. I take the keys, go inside and find the shop owner and tell him what just happened (he says he thought he heard it revved unnecessarily high and wondered what the commotion was about). He apologizes, takes the keys, and goes through the door that connects the waiting room to the shop. Through the closed door I hear him yelling at what I can only presume to be the douchenozzle. Needless to say, said guy didn't work on my car. The shop owner put one of my favorite of his workers on it. Finally, when the new tires were on the car, the shop owner brought it out (no high revving, lol) to the front. He parks it and tells me there's no way he could own that car. I ask why and he says a.) he doesn't have enough butt to risk it being shaved on the pavement as the car is low and b.) even owning the shop he couldn't afford the speeding tickets. He's a good guy, every single time I take the Z there (alignment or tires only) his eyes get as big as dinner plates when he hears the word TWIN in front of turbo. Good stuff.
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