Frogman
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I was out in the middle of nowhere yesterday afternoon, looking for coyotes to educate. I stopped by my favorite gas station in town that sells about 2000 gallons of diesel a day as well, to top off my fuel tanks before heading out. Nothing worse than running out of fuel 80 miles in the middle of nowhere.
I pulled up to the semi truck pumps, got everything situated and started pumping fuel. The girls inside know my truck and automatically authorized the pump.
As I'm doing this, I see another pick-up truck, a 3/4 ton FORD pull up behind me. Instinctively, I looked at the license plate. California. Hope the guy isn't scared of slick roads. Guy gets out, runs his card and starts the diesel pump to fuel up his truck as he's looking at my truck. "Yup. Mine's bigger than yours" I thought to myself. I hit the 8/9 9/0 buttons on the door to lock the truck and went inside to get some coffee and flirt with the cashier girls. As I'm preparing the base for my coffee, guy walks in and heads towards me.
He says "Hey, is that your black truck?"
"Nope. I just stole it from some guy." Guy looks at me a little funny and I continued "yes, it's my truck... why?"
"That's a nice truck. I like that bumper. Why do you let it idle and waste gas?" he asks me. Note the gas reference. I didn't try to correct him.
"I don't know... because I want to, I can afford it and because this isn't California?" He looked at me a little funny when I said "California".
"It's idling too high", he says after a pause. "It shouldn't idle that high"
"Yes, I know it's idling a little higher than normal. It always high like that." I replied as I grabbed the coffee cup I prepared that contained the perfect creamer and half/half mixture, heading for the microzapper.
"I'm a diesel mechanic, that powerstroke shouldn't idle so fast. Something wrong with it, may want to have a mechanic look at it" he tells me.
I put the cup in the zapper, turned around, looked the guy dead in the eye and said "You're a diesel mechanic? Either you're full of schit or you're and idiot. Which one is it?"
I saw the guy puff up a little as he said "Why are you calling me names and an idiot? I'm just trying to be nice and tell you that there's something wrong with your truck".
"There is nothing wrong with my truck, you pinhead. If you are a diesel mechanic then you should know the term "wet stacking". If you don't, then either you're not a diesel mechanic and you're lying to me, or you're an idiot. Furthermore, I've never heard a diesle mechanic refer to diesel fuel as "gas". I didn't call you any names, nor did I call you an idiot. I was merely asking which one you are, so that I may know how to proceed in this conversation. So, which is it?"
Awkward pause as I hear the gears in the guy's head churning slowly. I wrapped my right hand around a coffee pot handle just in case the guy decided to do something stupid. Short of pulling out a firearm, the coffee cup was my next best option for a physical weapon. I suppose I could have grabbed a stirring stick and beat him with that if he tried something stupid, but damn it, that would have taken too long... and I didn't bring a lunch sack with me.
"I'm a diesel mechanic" he said again.
"Ok. And I'm an astronaut. Look up " diesel wet stacking" and educate yourself. Then look up "High Idle" and educate yourself some more", I said as the bell on the microwave went off. I pulled the cup out, grabbed the coffee pot, poured coffee into it and brought it to the counter as the guy is just staring me down.
I set the cup on the counter, turned around and walked up to the guy in such a manner that I looked as if I forgot some coffee condiment. I got close to him smiled and said "Do you have a problem?"
He looks at me, his touch guy face cracking a little bit and says "No. I just don't like being called an idiot".
"Would you like a problem, seeing how you don't have one? I would be more than glad to give you one or two. If you don't want one or more problems, you'd best go and finish fueling up your vehicle. I don't appreciate people staring me down. I don't play well when that happens... GO!"
Guy is a little stunned. He turns around, mutters something under his breath and walks away.
"I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that. Did you change your mind and wish a problem?"
"No" he says as he walks out the door. I kept an eye on him just in case he was going to be a tough guy and do something stupid to my truck as revenge. He walked straight to his truck, hung up the pump nozzle, pulled the receipt out of the machine after a few moments, got into his truck and drove away.
I got back to the counter, gave the girls my fuel card, walked outside to hang the pump nozzles back up, walked back inside, signed the fuel card, grabbed the coffee cup (free coffee... they love me, what can I say) and walked out.
I noticed my truck idling at 1200 RPM... "Yup. A little high" I thought to myself as I depressed the brake pedal, which in turn killed the high idle switch and brought the idle back to base idle.
Diesel mechanic my ass...
I pulled up to the semi truck pumps, got everything situated and started pumping fuel. The girls inside know my truck and automatically authorized the pump.
As I'm doing this, I see another pick-up truck, a 3/4 ton FORD pull up behind me. Instinctively, I looked at the license plate. California. Hope the guy isn't scared of slick roads. Guy gets out, runs his card and starts the diesel pump to fuel up his truck as he's looking at my truck. "Yup. Mine's bigger than yours" I thought to myself. I hit the 8/9 9/0 buttons on the door to lock the truck and went inside to get some coffee and flirt with the cashier girls. As I'm preparing the base for my coffee, guy walks in and heads towards me.
He says "Hey, is that your black truck?"
"Nope. I just stole it from some guy." Guy looks at me a little funny and I continued "yes, it's my truck... why?"
"That's a nice truck. I like that bumper. Why do you let it idle and waste gas?" he asks me. Note the gas reference. I didn't try to correct him.
"I don't know... because I want to, I can afford it and because this isn't California?" He looked at me a little funny when I said "California".
"It's idling too high", he says after a pause. "It shouldn't idle that high"
"Yes, I know it's idling a little higher than normal. It always high like that." I replied as I grabbed the coffee cup I prepared that contained the perfect creamer and half/half mixture, heading for the microzapper.
"I'm a diesel mechanic, that powerstroke shouldn't idle so fast. Something wrong with it, may want to have a mechanic look at it" he tells me.
I put the cup in the zapper, turned around, looked the guy dead in the eye and said "You're a diesel mechanic? Either you're full of schit or you're and idiot. Which one is it?"
I saw the guy puff up a little as he said "Why are you calling me names and an idiot? I'm just trying to be nice and tell you that there's something wrong with your truck".
"There is nothing wrong with my truck, you pinhead. If you are a diesel mechanic then you should know the term "wet stacking". If you don't, then either you're not a diesel mechanic and you're lying to me, or you're an idiot. Furthermore, I've never heard a diesle mechanic refer to diesel fuel as "gas". I didn't call you any names, nor did I call you an idiot. I was merely asking which one you are, so that I may know how to proceed in this conversation. So, which is it?"
Awkward pause as I hear the gears in the guy's head churning slowly. I wrapped my right hand around a coffee pot handle just in case the guy decided to do something stupid. Short of pulling out a firearm, the coffee cup was my next best option for a physical weapon. I suppose I could have grabbed a stirring stick and beat him with that if he tried something stupid, but damn it, that would have taken too long... and I didn't bring a lunch sack with me.
"I'm a diesel mechanic" he said again.
"Ok. And I'm an astronaut. Look up " diesel wet stacking" and educate yourself. Then look up "High Idle" and educate yourself some more", I said as the bell on the microwave went off. I pulled the cup out, grabbed the coffee pot, poured coffee into it and brought it to the counter as the guy is just staring me down.
I set the cup on the counter, turned around and walked up to the guy in such a manner that I looked as if I forgot some coffee condiment. I got close to him smiled and said "Do you have a problem?"
He looks at me, his touch guy face cracking a little bit and says "No. I just don't like being called an idiot".
"Would you like a problem, seeing how you don't have one? I would be more than glad to give you one or two. If you don't want one or more problems, you'd best go and finish fueling up your vehicle. I don't appreciate people staring me down. I don't play well when that happens... GO!"
Guy is a little stunned. He turns around, mutters something under his breath and walks away.
"I'm sorry? I didn't quite catch that. Did you change your mind and wish a problem?"
"No" he says as he walks out the door. I kept an eye on him just in case he was going to be a tough guy and do something stupid to my truck as revenge. He walked straight to his truck, hung up the pump nozzle, pulled the receipt out of the machine after a few moments, got into his truck and drove away.
I got back to the counter, gave the girls my fuel card, walked outside to hang the pump nozzles back up, walked back inside, signed the fuel card, grabbed the coffee cup (free coffee... they love me, what can I say) and walked out.
I noticed my truck idling at 1200 RPM... "Yup. A little high" I thought to myself as I depressed the brake pedal, which in turn killed the high idle switch and brought the idle back to base idle.
Diesel mechanic my ass...