There was a time when merely saying “The Devil!” in polite company would cause the ladies to swoon. That was a long, long time ago.
Today I took Bad Robot in to the shop because I suspected a bad CV driveshaft bearing. It turned out to be a bad hub bearing, and oh by the way also the other hub bearing was bad. This was not entirely unexpected, but what happened come time to pay the piper WAS. I had brought $150 worth of parts for them to use. They diagnosed, then they worked on it a couple of hours and tossed in another $150 worth of parts – so I was expecting to walk out a few hunner’t dollars lighter than when I walked in.
Mechanic: Will that be cash, check, or charge?
VFD: Charge it. What’s the charge?
VFD: Hooooooly [deleted]!
VFD: (whips out the plastic)
I haven’t had somebody yank a profanity out of me in a few years. This well-humored troll of a mechanic caught me flat-footed and earned it.