Ok, the scooter is fixed. The guy loves making up shit on the spot.
"Yeah, your scooter is fixed. Now, I told you before we don't store them here (point of order, no he didn't) and we are out of here at 5:30. That doesn't mean we are closed at 5:30, it means we are gone *insert vamoose noise here*, so ya better get here by 5."
While he was chewing me out, I remained pleasant, even chirpy, while his tone of voice was just rude, and sent Aikidomayland a text message about it. "Scooter fixed, he just told me they don't store them there, you HAVE to be there by 5 to pick up, they will help load it in car."
I told the man on the phone I would call him right back, and he said "Listen, I told you we don't store them, and that's it. Ya just get here in time."
What an asshole.
Aikidomayland messaged back that the pick up time ok by him.
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