[Spridgets] Tennessee Shyster--No LBC

[Kathryn Bales]

I had a similar experience a number of years ago.  My ex (Thank God!!!) 
husband had bought me a 1976, 6 cylinder, fuel injected Datsun as part 
of our pending divorce agreement, which he didn't yet know about.  We 
took it to the Datsun dealer, clearly explaining that it wouldn't start 
in the morning, and left it there all day while I went to work. $300 and 
eight hours later, they claimed to have given it a complete tuneup, and 
all was now fine.  The next morning it wouldn't start, so I took it 
back.  They again had the car all day.  I picked it up after work and 
was assured that the same mechanic had checked the car again, and 
everything was exactly as it should be.  The next morning it still 
wouldn't start, so I opened the hood and took  good look.  There was a 
crack right on the top of the coil wire boot that was over an inch long 
and plainly visible to anyone who had looked.  All the spark plug wires 
were arcing like Mt. St. Helens on her better days.  I went back to the 
Datsun dealer, and the service manager very condescendingly said, "Mrs. 
Brady (Not for long, Roach!), my best technician has done a complete 
tuneup on your car, and at the very least it needs some serious 
carburetor work, probably a new carburetor.  I drew myself up to the 
full extent allowed by my four inch stilettos, and roared back, "You 
simple SOB!  you've had my car for three whole days and claim to have 
worked on it, but you don't even know that it doesn't HAVE a 
carburetor?  Secondly, there is no way your so called technician could 
have given it a tuneup. If he had gotten close enough to it with a 
screwdriver to try to adjust the timing, he would have been knocked 
through the back wall. Every one of the ignition wires is completely 
shot. I want my money back, and I want it back NOW!"  Three other 
customers who were waiting in line left when I did.  The most 
satisfaction I got out of the entire incident was having both my future 
ex, who had thus far handled everything, and the condescending service 
manager look like they wanted to crawl into a hole in the floor. I then 
fully alienated the ex by parking right in front of the office and, 
dressed in a business suit and heels, proceeded to do a tuneup right on 
Main Street.  Surprisingly, it started the next morning.

Kate
>   He then, after he claimed to have fixed the car, quoted her a $500 charge for fixing it,