LastDetail
Whose yer DADDY!??!?!?!?!
So I was up in LA today taking care of a somewhat anal customers car. No big deal I am used to people being a bit on the neurotic side when it comes to their cars.
However, while I was doing my finishing touches, the owners friend drove up because they were going to lunch. Keep in mind when he drove up I was practically finished, just about ready to pack up my gear and head home. This schmuck starts running his mouth thinking that he is being really witty, "So you about to get started on my buddies car here?" he opens up with, not even a "hello" or "Pleased to meet you" just right into a critique.
"No, I am just finishing up," I replied.
"What do you mean, 'finished'?" he asks me.
At this point I think he might be soft in the head or something. "You know, done, finito, not working on it anymore."
He insists that he used to be a professional detailer and that I had done a crappy job in his estimation. "I used to detail Rolls Royces" was heard from his mouth a couple times.
He asks me what kind of polish I use, and said "Poorboys" he asks if he can look at the bottle, I show him a bottle of SSR2. I go back to finishing touches and while my back is turned Captain Moron gets a rag out of my kit, and pours a GENEROUS amount of SSR2 onto the trunk and starts rubbing like crazy. I ask him what the hell he is doing and he said "adding shine". He informs me that Poorboys products suck, I inform him that a person uses a PC for polishing. He says "oh" and drops the rag on the ground. So now the trunk is a light green because of how much SSR2 he threw on there, (white car). It was literally a quarter of the bottle.
Now the owner comes out to go to lunch with his buddy. Capt. Moron informs him that his detailer, (me), is doing a bum job. He actually gets him convinced that my work is not worth the money he is paying me, and that I need to do the car all over again, they leave for lunch. I fix the trunk, throw some quick detailer over the whole car and pack up my jargon.
At this point I noticed that Capt. Moron had left his car on the street right near where I was working. (They took my customers other car to lunch) I headed over there to take a look at what a "REAL DETAILERS" car looks like.
Words cannot describe so I ran to get my camera. Here are some pics of a professional detailers BMW. I must say I was very impressed.
Because of this idjit I missed the traffic window for the 405 and it took me 2 hours to get from Venice to Orange County.
I feel better after writing all this. Thanks for reading.
However, while I was doing my finishing touches, the owners friend drove up because they were going to lunch. Keep in mind when he drove up I was practically finished, just about ready to pack up my gear and head home. This schmuck starts running his mouth thinking that he is being really witty, "So you about to get started on my buddies car here?" he opens up with, not even a "hello" or "Pleased to meet you" just right into a critique.
"No, I am just finishing up," I replied.
"What do you mean, 'finished'?" he asks me.
At this point I think he might be soft in the head or something. "You know, done, finito, not working on it anymore."
He insists that he used to be a professional detailer and that I had done a crappy job in his estimation. "I used to detail Rolls Royces" was heard from his mouth a couple times.
He asks me what kind of polish I use, and said "Poorboys" he asks if he can look at the bottle, I show him a bottle of SSR2. I go back to finishing touches and while my back is turned Captain Moron gets a rag out of my kit, and pours a GENEROUS amount of SSR2 onto the trunk and starts rubbing like crazy. I ask him what the hell he is doing and he said "adding shine". He informs me that Poorboys products suck, I inform him that a person uses a PC for polishing. He says "oh" and drops the rag on the ground. So now the trunk is a light green because of how much SSR2 he threw on there, (white car). It was literally a quarter of the bottle.
Now the owner comes out to go to lunch with his buddy. Capt. Moron informs him that his detailer, (me), is doing a bum job. He actually gets him convinced that my work is not worth the money he is paying me, and that I need to do the car all over again, they leave for lunch. I fix the trunk, throw some quick detailer over the whole car and pack up my jargon.
At this point I noticed that Capt. Moron had left his car on the street right near where I was working. (They took my customers other car to lunch) I headed over there to take a look at what a "REAL DETAILERS" car looks like.
Words cannot describe so I ran to get my camera. Here are some pics of a professional detailers BMW. I must say I was very impressed.
Because of this idjit I missed the traffic window for the 405 and it took me 2 hours to get from Venice to Orange County.
I feel better after writing all this. Thanks for reading.
:lol
