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I'm going to share my emotional rollercoaster over this minor exhaust fiasco with you all. I know, it sounds stupid, but bear with me.
So I was initially optimistic that this young Toyota enthusiast was going to set me up right with an exhaust that would cure my several week issue with toxic fumes in the cabin. This guy was quiet and nice, told me about his own vintage Toyota truck project, and I immediately liked him. Then I was angry at the first exhaust attempt, and let him know it. Vented to you all. Felt a little guilty about it later, because in the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal in my world, but it might screw up his world at work.
Going back to pick it up, feeling guilty about it all, I was prepared to tip him for the redo, nothing big, maybe a couple of $20s I had in my wallet. But I go inspect the second attempt before checking in at the office, and I'm dismayed again that the pipe awkwardly bends beyond the frame rails like I showed above. But I check my disappointment (I sometimes lack a social filter, and feel it's best to just shut up rather than escalate) and tell him that it looks good, better than before. I'm in a hurry to get out before I say something I regret. He's even apologetic that it wasn't done to my satisfaction the first time around. I tell him it's fine. But I'm still dismayed and opt not to tip him. I just want to get my rig and get the F out of Dodge.
Driving away, I see this kid limping away from the shop, maybe to a nearby strip mall to get some lunch. He waves at me, and I wave back. Man, I feel like a real heel for this whole episode and not tipping him. I dunno. I'm still disappointed that I have get this redone at some point. Or maybe not, just live with it and be careful on the trails. Meh. I'm emotionally spent over this whole stupid first world problem. Thanks for reading.
So I was initially optimistic that this young Toyota enthusiast was going to set me up right with an exhaust that would cure my several week issue with toxic fumes in the cabin. This guy was quiet and nice, told me about his own vintage Toyota truck project, and I immediately liked him. Then I was angry at the first exhaust attempt, and let him know it. Vented to you all. Felt a little guilty about it later, because in the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal in my world, but it might screw up his world at work.
Going back to pick it up, feeling guilty about it all, I was prepared to tip him for the redo, nothing big, maybe a couple of $20s I had in my wallet. But I go inspect the second attempt before checking in at the office, and I'm dismayed again that the pipe awkwardly bends beyond the frame rails like I showed above. But I check my disappointment (I sometimes lack a social filter, and feel it's best to just shut up rather than escalate) and tell him that it looks good, better than before. I'm in a hurry to get out before I say something I regret. He's even apologetic that it wasn't done to my satisfaction the first time around. I tell him it's fine. But I'm still dismayed and opt not to tip him. I just want to get my rig and get the F out of Dodge.
Driving away, I see this kid limping away from the shop, maybe to a nearby strip mall to get some lunch. He waves at me, and I wave back. Man, I feel like a real heel for this whole episode and not tipping him. I dunno. I'm still disappointed that I have get this redone at some point. Or maybe not, just live with it and be careful on the trails. Meh. I'm emotionally spent over this whole stupid first world problem. Thanks for reading.