No oil change, no charge.
I brought my front wheel drive Austin 1100 in for an oil change in Toronto in 1966.
When I came back to pay, I asked if they were really sure that the oil filter fitting didn’t leak. It was prone to do so if not fitted straight.
“I did the job right”, said the owner.
“See here.”
He went to the car and started tugging at the trunk lock.
“Damned hood, locked now.”
“It is the trunk, this car has the engine up front. You didn’t do any oil change at all, did you?”, I said.
There was a policeman in uniform there too, picking up his car.
He looked at the owner. “Are you charging for a job you didn’t do?”
The service station owner took my bill off the desk, crumpled it up and threw it in the waste basket.
NO OIL CHANGE for my car that day.
Thank you for being there, Mr. unknown police officer.
