Picking my son's truck up from local repair shop. I pay, the receptionist hands me the receipt, thanks me for my business, and turns away.
Me: Excuse me, can I get the keys?
Her: Looking around, back and forth. No, sorry there were no keys left with the truck.
Me: well two days ago I parked the truck right here in front of the shop. Right now it's parked out to the side. Someone here moved it, with the keys.
Her: well I don't know what to tell you, there were no keys with the truck. Do you have a spare.
Me: No, I don't have a spare, and the keys were left with you.
Her: Sir, I assure you we do not have your keys, maybe if you had a spare you could take the truck, until you can find the other set.
Me: The other set is with you. How did you move the truck if you didn't have the key?
Her: Sir, I'm extremely busy. I can't stand here and go round and round with you.
Me: I'm busy too, and would be very happy to get the hell out of here. However, you have the only set of keys we have to the truck. So, I suggest you go talk with whomever worked on the truck and ask them what they did with the key.
Her: Slamming down her pen and storming off. Comes back a few minutes later. Doesn't look at me. Mutters, your keys are in the ignition of your truck.
Me: seriously, my truck is sitting out near the road, unlocked, with the keys in the ignition? I suppose it would have been my fault if it was stolen?
Her: grabbed her pack of smokes and stormed out the back.
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