I’m not proud to write this. I’m not proud to have done this. I don’t know why I thought it was so necessary to do what was tantamount to a professional insult and ruin some other people’s day. Three people might road-rage on their way home from work tonight because of me. A father or a husband might be a jerk to their family tonight…and all because I had to prove a point.
I drove into Jiffy-Lube at 3pm and the shop was pretty much empty. I told them I wanted the full service and that I wanted new windshield wiper blades. I made sure to say I wanted new windshield wiper blades twice. And while they were being nice to me, doing nothing but trying to steer me to the near by waiting room, I did it. As they watched, I took out a penknife and I notched both of the wiper blades on my car.
The effect was immediate; all of them stopped talking. All three men were in shock and embarrassed; I really don’t think any of them knew what to say. All of them immediately knew, by my actions, what I was saying to them publicly:
“I don’t trust you to actually change the wiper blades that you are charging me for on my bill”.
It couldn’t have been worse if I’d called them thieves to their faces. Worse, when the bill was settled and when one of the guys ‘courtesy walked’ me to my car, I asked him to stand right there and watch while I squirted windshield-washer fluid & ran the wipers before pulling off their lot. There were no streaks. I then thanked him and drove away.
Why would I do this to these people? In my mind, here is my twisted rationalization (and yes, I know it doesn’t make it ‘right’):
A little over a year ago I had an oil-change in this same Jiffy-Lube, in this same car, and I had I asked for the exact same service. My wipers were streaking badly and I just needed it handled. I waited in the waiting room, drank their bad coffee, put their rather pricey bill on my VISA, and I headed out. Two days later, when I was a couple of hundred miles away, I used the wipers. And I got the exact same streaks. I was angry and felt I had been ripped-off. I called the place from my office the next time I was there and the manager had said that if I brought the car back, he’d look into it. I guess it wasn’t his fault that I was extremely busy at work & at home that time of year and that before I knew it more than two weeks had passed. At that point, I knew that the window of opportunity had closed, which was completely my fault. Still, I’ve been angry about those wipers every time I cleaned that windshield ever since. I don’t drive that car very often, so it wasn’t until recently that I had passed the next 3,000 mile mark (I had made sure not to drive it on any rainy days). Still, today I acted like a total asshole.
Turnover at these highway places is pretty high. Even if I was ripped-off before (and I guess it could have been defective new wiper blades from the factory, right? They could have caused streaks almost the exact same way, right?), its not like any of the guys who were even in the building back then were working at this Jiffy-Lube today, let alone on my car. I could have even gone to another Jiffy-Lube or even to a competitor. But no, I had to be the asshole who makes a point. I ruined three good mechanics day today; mechanics who never did anything to me & who don’t know me from Adam. I was jerk du jour, and now I’m ashamed of myself.