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OH, that isn't
meant to be literal???
After a long running dispute with a small shop, I finally took my pickup to the dealer. They put it on the lift, and what they saw had me ready to explode. Took lots of photos, had them fix it (well over a grand), and I returned to that local shop, tossed the 8x10 color glossy photos on the managers desk with the dealer's invoice and told him that he was paying me back for the damage right now.
I was so very very very angry, it took all my self control not to leap over the desk and actually kill him. This was back in the day when I was in black belt level competitions. I KNEW I could take him. He blabbed on and on, one excuse after another. I said nothing, only because I was desparately trying not to snap. I just concentrated on giving him "the look", you know, the one Moms use on children, alternating with glances to the photos of the damage. (who the *&!
welds the oxygen sensor to the exhaust manifold?) Finally he winds down, makes a big show of it, but writes the check. I learned what a powerful tool keeping my mouth shut is, that day.
Kinda like going to the gun stores. I don't care if they have exactly what I dreamed of half price, if you call out "hey, sweetie, how you doin'" and then proceed to ignore me, I'm gonna go to the next one, although more expensive, that will take the time to sell me what I need or want.