Parts mans lament
I work behind the counter in an automotive store.sometimes I'm called a genius sometimes I'm called much more.
I claim I'm no mechanic but when the job goes sick the mechanic comes and asks ME what makes the darn thing tick.
I'm supposed to know the numbers of bolts and nuts and gears for every vehicle that was made for more then forty years.
Sometimes I am expected four customers at a time to serve and even if I get insulted I just grin and keep my nerve.
I'm an engineer and machinist and what-not ,O MY LORD! I'm supposed to be an Edison combined with Henry Ford.
But life would be a pleasure and I'd grin from ear to ear if the customer would only tell me the MODEL-MAKE and YEAR!