RETARDS - We all know one.Poor Mr Fink. After a hard day at work, he heads home in his new black car, stops off at the garage, fills up with petrol, pays and sets off for home, slippers and tea.
Spot the mistake....
Mr Fink drives a diesel. OOPS.
He calls me and sounds fairly upset, he spent a lot of money on the car and it is his baby = if it's not working perfectly, he doesn't like it and it drives him nuts.
He calls roadside assistance, after a while, the guy arrives - he can't believe it, it's only the same chap that fixed the brakes problem a few months ago when we couldn't get the wheel off!
The guy sorts Mr Fink and the car out and off he goes on his merry way.
All I can say is Mr Fink must have cut a desperate and sad figure at the roadside because, the very next day he had 2 welfare calls. One from the roadside assistance chap - checking to see if he and the car were OK! and one from our plumber!! (he had driven past Mr Fink and was concerned that he got home OK - obviously not so concerned that he stopped and helped...but concerned none the less.)
I am happy to report, Mr Fink and Roger (it's black and fast...Roger Black???) are all back to normal and running (scuse the pun) fine.
UPDATE - Mr Fink tells me my blog is slightly inacurate ("Heavens, NO!"), Steve the plumber phoned Mr Fink, while Mr Fink was at the roadside, to offer his assistance. Ahhh what a nice guy.
