Let me tell you about George at Wal-Mart.
So they take the oil filter off then refust to change my oil because it was leaking. It was leaking because they took the oil filter off.
So I go to AutoZone and get oil and a filter. Since it's leaking, I can't drive it back to Waldorf. My stepdad came to help me out because he happened to be there. So George, the dept. manager comes out, and says "You gonna clean this mess up."
"Well, we've got the stuff right here to do so."
So we explain they wouldn't change the oil and he's like "Because it was leaking" and he starts insulting us with "You don't know #### and the ASE don't know ####"
So then he goes "Get your old gray busted ass piece of sh!t out of here I drive a Cadillac."
I was just like "I DONT CARE WHAT YOU DRIVE, I don't care if you drive a McClaren or a Ferarri!"
He called the police and the store manager got pissed at him and the police said "No problem here."
Lesson: Don't ever go to Wal-Mart, for anything.