Sorry for the poor quality photos. I assessed the situation, took these on a work phone fast (and somewhat discreetly) and then gtfo of there immediately.
For context: customer comes into my shop asking random questions about any and every truck issue known to man. He’s asking about ignition switches to trailer brakes to DEF fuel. I immediately thought the guy was a bit off, but I tend to not put much thought into it due to meeting thousands of people from all walks of life every single week. People are weird. So am I. Whatever.
He then asks if I can do a diag on his truck. I give him an estimate and he agrees. I wait for him to get his truck but he never comes back.
About three hours later I get a “road service” call that’s just outside of our parking lot. Not entirely unusual either. I’ve taken weirder calls. I roll up and see THIS SHIT SHOW laid before my very eyes.
THIS GUY IS STRIPPED DOWN TO HIS VERY SMALL (and quite frankly should never even exist to begin with) CHEETAH PRINT THONG. He is pacing the back of the truck saying shit like “it leads to the back of the truck. Once i catch it i can bypass the entire thing!” and the word “BOONDOGGLE” in Tourette’s like succession. He had ripped his entire dash out, tore into fuse panels, and he even started to take the seat apart. Guy was so amped up on that high speed chicken feed he didn’t even know why he called me or have the ability to explain to me what he was trying to do. Eventually asked if I could give him a jump.
I loudly said “NOPE”, laughed, and promptly left.
TLDR; old man geeking on some of that whoop whoop in his man thong royally fucked his truck into oblivion and asked me for a jumpstart. I declined.
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