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Quoted: I never sell anything over $100 to friends or co workers
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I absolutely understand this and told both of them I do NOT want to sell it to them and that if I DID, I would make them sign a paper saying that they will never, ever, ever, mention it to me or ask me a question about it.
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Sorry for the hijack but this reminds me of a story.
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I've got one like that:
A few years ago my oldest nephew was going away to college and needed a car. Even though my brother (his father) makes 3 times the money I do, the family started pressuring me into selling him my "extra car" (a Toyota Corolla in very good shape kept around just in case I'm working on my truck) really cheap.
I decided that I would be the Good Uncle Java and give my nephew the car for free. Plus I wanted to make sure it was perfect and spent over $1,000 on new tires, new brakes, new shocks and struts, new plugs, new belts, new hoses, a complete engine tune-up, transmission service, radiator flush, and all new fluids. I even replaced the headliner that was sagging just a little it, plus swapped out all the headlights and bulbs, wiper blades, and gave it a thorough cleaning. This car was perfect. The next time I saw my nephew I just handed him the keys and pink slip and told him to study hard.
A few weeks later I get an angry call from my brother - he's pissed that I gave them a crappy car. Apparently the battery had gone dead and the car kept needing to be jumped each morning until it finally killed the battery and they had to replace it. The new one only lasted a few weeks until they had to buy a second one. And now that one was going bad and needed to be jumped in the mornings. I told them to check the alternator, so they got some help pulling it off the car and took it into a local auto parts store where they mounted it on their test stand and it tested out ok. I told them to make sure he wasn't leaving the dome light on.
A month and another battery later the kid comes home for spring break, so I drive the 100+ miles down to my brother's house and take a look at the car - it's sitting there parked with the dome light on. I brief the entire family on the operation of the switch located on the dome light. No one even says thank you. The mysterious draining battery problem never comes back.
A year later I get another angry phone call. The car is running a little rough and it's also my fault this time. After talking to my nephew for a few minutes and listening to the symptoms, I decide it's an ignition proiblem and remember that when I worked on it, the only thing I didn't replace was the distributor cap. So I tell the kid to pop on a new one and that will fix the problem. Instead, they take it to a mechanic who indeed finds a cracked distributor cap, and charges them over $600 to replace it, along with the radiator that has mysteriously sprung a leak. Plus, after all this work, the air conditioning stops working for some reason. I tell them the distributor cap was only $10, the radiator was fine, and the mechanic probably fucked up the air conditioning when he needlessly swapped out the radiator. The family says the whole thing was my fault, and they want me to pay them the $600 back, and then pay more so they can have the air conditioning fixed. And they don't like the Kenwood stereo that I installed because it doesn't have a CD player and they want a new one.
All this on a car that I gave them for free. As they say, no good deed goes unpunsihed.
Needless to say, Good Uncle Java is no more. I'm afraid when my next nephew gets his drivers license in a couple of years and the ungrateful hoard hits me up for a contribution, my only reply is going to be "go fuck yourself."