> He arrived in a van with the lights held together with various pieces of wire.
> His van door handle had to be opened from the outside.
> Then he parked his van blocking a drive shared by 4 homes. Then he screamed at my neighbor when we asked him to move.
> He couldn't tell where the fuel relay was.
> He was too fat to bend over to look for the fuel filter.
> I told him this model had the filter in the tank. He replied not to tell me how to do his job. After much huffing and puffing and rolling on the ground, he said, ""yeah, there is no filter outside the tank.
> He couldn't operate his OBC to get the VIN in.
> He knew it was a Dodge but stood in front of it and asked me what kind of Dodge. I had to explain to him that standing in front of it he should be able to tell it's a mini-van, and he should know that Caravan is the only mini-van they make.
At that point it was clear he was not going to be any help unless I needed someones sweat-oozing 450lbs butt crack to soak into my seats. I had to ask him to leave and take the smell with him.
What a huge disaster. I know unemployment is high right now, but posing as a mechanic is not an answer to unemployment.
Pros: That ""mechanic"" finally left
Cons: Too many to list
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