On this day, my inspection went relatively fast and downhill at the same
time. A second customer care team member comes to me and says, we failed your
truck; the windshield has a crack in it. I looked at him for a moment and
suggested that he go and get the regulations. I wanted him to point out where
this crack was a reason for failure as written in the regulations. The customer
care team member goes off in a huff, returns with a printed version of the
windshield regulations. I asked him to point out in the regulations where it
says my windshield should be failed. With bewilderment or the lack of the
ability to interpret regulations, the customer care team member turns to walk
away. I started to read the regulations out loud, he returned. I point to each
regulation and ask again, where does it say this windshield should be a reason
to fail the inspection? I commented that I should call the state police. He
says, and I quote: "We are not going to argue with you; call the state police if
you want."
I called the state police. An officer from the Toano area met me at
the dealership the next day. He inspected the windshield and remarked that they
should not have failed this windshield. He said, best you let me handle this,
and it was a good thing that you called the state police. I think he was worried
an altercation might rear its ugly head. I looked at him and thought, being a
Master Mason, that is not going to happen. I assured him I am a peaceful man.
Once inside, the state trooper draws attention. The two customer care team
members won't even look at me. Never said hello or how may we help you. Another
customer care team member was able to call for the mechanic who had failed the
inspection. A crowd gathers in the showroom, primarily salespeople and my friend
who has sold me cars in the past. His name is Stu Young. I really like Stu, and
he is a good man and an honest salesman. The state police officer and the
mechanic talk privately. I am asked for my keys to get the inspection done.
All
was not lost. We got to look at the new Ford Bronco in the showroom, and as men
go, we were all envious. With my inspection done, I left. I thanked the state
trooper for his assistance and thanked the mechanic for his work. I do not think
for a minute the mechanic was trying to pull a fast one. I think he did what he
thought was right. It was a learning opportunity to understand the regulations a
bit better. I do not believe the service team in general or the mechanics have
anything but the best intentions. I plan to continue my relationship with this
business if they will have me.
If you are going to be in sales, know your customer.
Not one of them knew I was
a master mechanic three careers ago. I had called and asked for the dealership owner
to contact me, and he never did.
Therefore, I am writing this op-ed to inform you. I wanted to tell the owner
that the customer care team needed more training. On this day, moral decisions
did not rise to the level of my generation's ethics, which resulted in poor
customer service. You never know when you will run into someone whose knowledge
exceeds your own, Mr. Dealership Owner. That is a life lesson in any business.
Take the time to listen, be good to one another, live now in peace, and finally,
memento mori.