A truck pulls up, and I guide him inside the bay. After grabbing a pen and clipboard from the counter, I walk to the man to get his information:

Man: Who do I talk do? Do I talk to you?

((my inner self thinking)) No you dummy, I'm just standing here with pad and paper for no reason

Me: Yeah

Man: Okay, I want just the oil changed. Just the oil and nothing else, okay?

((inner self)) I heard you the first time.

Me: Okay.

So we get his oil and filter change-- he drove a truck that takes seven quarts of oil, and I went inside to ring him up.

Me: Sir you're ready. It'll be $36.18.

Man: Just for the oil?

Me: Yes. . . it took seven quarts.

((inner self)) You've had this truck long enough to know that there will be an upcharge on anything more than five quarts. Besides that, you stared at the prices for five minutes where it blatantly states that those prices cover up to five quarts of oil.

Man: Do I get a receit?

((inner self)) What kind of place does he think we are? Duh!

Me: Yes.

I print out the receit, and hand it to him. He looks at it.

Man: Did you change the filter?

((inner self)): Whaaa?

Me: Yes. . .

Man: Did it need it?

((inner self)) *practically falls to the ground* Are you KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!

Me: ((very slowly)) Uh-- you're supposed to change the oil filter each time you change the oil. . .

Man: Oh.

He walks outside in the bays to his truck. I follow and raise the door. Before shutting his door, he waves at me to get my attention.

Man: Is he (referring to Jeff down in pitt)) done?

((inner self)) What?!

Me: What?

Man: Is he done?

((inner self)) No, dude, I just took your money, gave you a receit and am standing in the freezing doorway just for the heck of it

Me: Oh yeah.

yeah. . . . whatever.