Whenever I see a satisfaction guaranteed sign in a business I take that store to task. After all I am Kenny Rogers and I am used to be pampered and catered to like a new born with a beard. The Kenny was getting his oil changed the other day, I don't want to name the establishment but lets just say I've never actually seen a stone on fire so why would you name your store Firestone??
AS I handed my keys to Carl, I'mnot sure if that was his real name but it was embroidered on a nice patch just above his heart....maybe he named that shirt Carl? Maybe he bought that shirt at the goodwill? Anyway that's not the point. The point is I needed my satisfaction guaranteed.
As soon as they pulled my geo tracker into the oil change bay I yelled my Tracker is very stressed so to guarantee my satisfaction you better give it a full body massage. The workers hesitated but then realized they were commited as a company to making the Kenny satisfied. Actually this was a mistake on my part because as these men started to rub their hands on my car the Geo began to fall apart. Parts were everywhere and I was in shock.
My little joke back fired on me and I was outraged!!! I told Carl that I wasn't satisfied and I wasn't leaving until I was satisfied. I've been here for six days and I'm starting to get the feeling the guys at the firestone are going to break any minute and meet my demands of a brand new Cadillac to replace my Geo Tracker.
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