Picking up the reciept
Tuesday, June 29th, 2004Yesterday I went to Hamlin Autos to pick up my receipt for the car payment I made. I sent the payment with my girlfriend when she went to visit with her mom. While I was there, The “stepfather” if that is what you want to call this man and his partner was telling me of the “crack head” that stole a car and then sold it to another for a rock. The “crack head” came in and took a car for a test drive and then never brought it back. These business men didn’t get his drivers license or any credentials at all. They final caught up with him on east street and got the car back. Funny story it was. Well they asked me about my no A/C having, timing belt missing car. I told them that it was going to cost 600+ dollars to fix and he said maybe he could get “a friend of a friend” to fix it. This is when things got weird.
As I stand there being shouted at “FUCK YOU” I wonder why he is saying this to me. All I said was that I am done doing business with family and friends. It has done nothing but create headaches for both me and mine and I was thru. I also said that I would never buy a car from him again also. I think that is when he started to say “fuck you”. I asked “are you serious?” “Hell yeah i’m serious!” he screams. Get out of my store and don’t set foot back on my lot. “you can mail your payment to me!” hey yells. “OK ill see you at the next family function” I say on my way out the door. He follows me and starts again with the F you and then tells me I better watch my mouth or-. “or what? or your going to shoot me?” I ask? then this guy who was joking around with me no more that 10 minutes ago gets in my face and starts to tell me he better never see me here again and I need to get off his lot. So I left, and on my way out I flipped him the bird and went home to have a relaxing time wondering where i’m going to get the money to fix my car.
What a way to treat your customers. What a great week i’m having.



