Well boys.... to round out today's events I guess the best way to put it is, well....Shitty!
Had the local glass shop at the house to drop in the glass. I was going to install it myself but was swayed when they specified install is free with purchase of the glass and they have a classic car division that specializes in cars like mine..
So, guy showed up, seemed decent enough. Told him I draped microfiber towels over the side of the car, but try not to lean on it. Chitt chatted for a while and let him do his thing while I work on my failed sump pump in the basement. Came back up stairs to hear some bitching in the garage only to find this....
The guy settled down a bit and said he just tried to force it too much...Well, **** happens, get a replacement and we'll move forward. In the mean time I noticed the microfiber towels were on the floor and I had a nice set of hairline scratches on both fenders from his jeans. I can get them back out with a buffer and machine compound but I briskly reminded him he will not go anywhere near the car again without them on it.
Then on to the rear window..I tried to stay out there for a bit, but I had to get back to work on the sump pump. Came back upstairs to hear banging going on. Went out in the garage and he was in the process of beating the crap out of my stainless trim I spent hours upon hours restoring. He has a plastic dowl he was beating on the top of onto the trim around the clips. At this point the guys sweating like a dog, swearing and getting into a panic. Walked over to the rear to see 4 new dings in my trim...Here's one of them.......
I'm a pretty patient guy, but after a broken windshield and scratches on my fenders and now this, I had enough. Told him to put down the dowl or he will be wearing it for a toothpick...and for the love of god get away from my car! He went to turn around and walk out of the garage and the metal trim tool in his back pocket hit my car and chipped my paint on the top of my quarter panel...About a 1/2" long scratch. He stopped gazed down and pretended like he didn't see it. But when it hit and a "clank" sound came off the car, he knew that I knew what he just did
After a little touch up paint:
This I can fix, but it will require wet sanding then machine buffing..Anyways at that point, I was seriously pissed. You know when you feel that heat just boiling up in you, you nose starts twitching and even though someone is speaking, you don't even hear what they're saying? Yeah, that was me....So after visualizing folding this guy into a pretzel and weighing the consequence's. I told him don't talk...get in your little white van and drive far far away, which he did. After a Marlboro and a can of Bud to settle the nerves, I called his boss and explained the circus that just went on in my garage. He's coming himself to drop in a new windshield, and specified he'll pay for any wet sanding/buffing that needs to be done...Well..........write me a check cause i'll be doing it myself, just like I should have done on the glass!!! BTW..I ain't cheap!
After 4 hours of filing, sanding, buffing dings out of my trim, I had enough...A quick install of the door handles to notice they bow in the door a bit around the mounting studs....I guess.....just the icing on the god damn cake!
So fella's...Sorry to bitch.....The wife shook her head and steered clear of me tonight, so I guess that's why i'm writing here.LOL. Lesson learned..Want something done right, do it yourself. Over and out!!
