Careful, dude

Ah, yesterday. Picture it, Sicily, 1942 . . . I'm watching too fucking many of the Mrs. Golden Girls reruns on TV Land.

Anyway, last week, some guy drops his car for an inspection. He parks it on the Avenue in front of the shop and brings the key in, and then splits. Fine. Couple hours later, Indian gets in the car to bring it into the shop. As soon as he gets in it, he sees the windshield cracked in front of the driver's position. He gets out and comes back inside to tell Harry about the crack. Since he's not a good customer, we see him every couple years when he can't get his car inspected anywhere else and that's it, Harry calls him and says we can't inspect it with a busted windshield and should we get a new one for him. If he were a regular, we would have inspected it and got a windshield in it when it wasn't so crazy. Well, this guy tells Harry he'll be right up and slams the phone down.

He gets there about an hour later and accuses Harry, and the Indian and me in turn, of breaking it. Harry told him we didn't even start the fucking thing, let alone move it. The car was in the same place he left it that morning. The guy says he knows someone who'll replace the windshield cheap and he makes an appointment for a re-inspect yesterday. Fine, it's all good.

Yesterday he shows up. He parks in the lot this time and brings the key in. Harry takes it and tells him we'll call when it's done. Guy should have left it there. Instead, he tells Harry that the guy who fixed his glass cheap said the glass was broken from the inside. It went like this:

Harry: We didn't break it.

Guy: One of your workers did then.

Harry: If my guys would have broken it, they would have told me and it would have been replaced. (A guy who used to work with us broke someone's window with a rock tossed up from a weed whacker. The owner was parked on the street while he took care of business in the Post Office next door. Harry waited by the car until the guy came out and told him what happened and paid for the window. The guy wouldn't have known, but that's the way we work.)

Guy: This is the only place it could have broken.

Harry: Are you calling me a liar?

Guy: Maybe one of your guys broke it and didn't tell you?

Harry: Are you calling them liars?

Me: Are you calling me a liar?

Indian: Are you calling me a liar?

Guy: All I know is that it was done here.

Harry: (Throws the key at the guy) Why don't you take your piece of shit Volvo the fuck out of here.

Guy: But my inspection . . .

Harry: Get in your car and get the fuck out of here before I break every fucking window in it.

Guy: Just calm down . . .

Harry: Don't ever tell me to calm down! Get the fuck out!!! Where's my hammer?

Guy runs for his car, gets in, locks the doors, and tears out of the lot like his head was on fire and his ass was catching. Indian and I were giggling our fucking asses off.

The moral? Never question Harry's integrity. Never. But it was a good entertaining interlude in a rather hectic day.