06-20-2019, 11:48 AM
Next chapter. I stop by the dealer to get my brake pads. The guy apologizes all over himself for the f*ck up. No sweat, I say, sh!t happens. He puts the little bags on the counter and is doing something on his computer. I pick up the bags. Those are the rears, he says. OK. I pick up the other bag. I don't want to open it, but I'm working it around in my hand and can tell, there's only two pads in here. Where's the other pads, I ask the guy. What other pads? Dude, I said, Honda CB1100, dual discs in the front! Four pads! Oh, he says, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you wanted two sets. Man, I said, who changes only one set of pads?!?! I had assumed there were four pads when I paid, since the front pads were 80 bucks, and the rear was 55 bucks. You know about assume, right? I was so mad I cancelled the order. Back to square one.
