The worst people are the ones who work at auto wrecking yards. You can go in and tell them you're here to spend money, and buy parts, and do the fucking work yo

The worst people are the ones who work at auto wrecking yards. You can go in and tell them you're here to spend money, and buy parts, and do the fucking work yourself, and they'll still treat you like shit. Like you interrupted the show they were watching and they had to stop and reach for the phone... You can't even call them up on the phone and get a "Hello?" You just get a pissed-off "What do you want?" I finally found a yard with cool people in it, and interesting cars. But pretty much all the local yards in my area are gone now, and the only one left is the Pick-n-Pull chain...