I live in Indiana in a community with a LARGE population of Amish people. For those who don't know,
many of the Amish people drive a horse and buggy around. Long story short, they don't use pooper-scoopers, so horse doo-doo is all over the roads. Not good on the paint - especially if it is allowed to dry and harden.
The other day at my father's service station, a customer was getting his "shiny" new caddy's oil changed. This guy is a jerk. Plain and simple. One of those know-it-all, smart mouthed knuckle heads who never admits he's even close to wrong. I was detailing a car, and he's trying to p#@# me off by asking why people would want to come to me, and how there's no way I can do a better job than the local touchless. "Look at mine!" he says. "My wife just ran this baby through it down the street. It looks just as good as what you can do for a ton of less money!"
I didn't say a word. I just waited until my brother put his car up to drain his oil. Then I walked with him around the bottom part of the car. He shut up very quickly. Horse C*R*A*P* is
EVERYWHERE! Dried on, caked in the wheel wells, etc. Then I showed him the underneath of the car I was working on. The look on his face and his silence will leave a smile on my face for days to come.
Not really a horror story for me, but I hope it was for him!
