So, hauled a load of rusted metal off to the scrap yard this morning. As I was finished unloading and pulling back around to the scales, a Jeep Cherokee pulled in with a Festiva on his trailer. From a distance, other than the two rear vent windows being busted out, it looked pretty darn good. Paint still glossy. Few minor dings. Anyway, tried to hurry the sloth-like girl in the trailer so I could go talk to the guy. Finally told her I'd be right back, and headed towards the Festy. Before I moved 10 feet, the scrap yard guy running the bear claw reached over and crushed the crap out of the Festiva trying to pick it up. Picked it up, started to swing it around, lost his grip, and dropped from about 10 or 15 feet up. Proceeded to crush the entire back end trying to pick it back up, and slung it on top of a pile of other cars.
Walked on over and asked the guy who brought the car in what all was wrong with it. His answer- the back windows and it leaked oil really, really badly. Still ran, just leaked oil badly.
The scrap yard paid him 90 bucks for the car. So pissed, I almost forgot to go back to the office trailer to get my driver's license and 35 bucks.
Walked on over and asked the guy who brought the car in what all was wrong with it. His answer- the back windows and it leaked oil really, really badly. Still ran, just leaked oil badly.
The scrap yard paid him 90 bucks for the car. So pissed, I almost forgot to go back to the office trailer to get my driver's license and 35 bucks.
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