Michael Eversole was such a prick the whole time I was there.
I called ahead and brought my own oil and own filter; I’ve been working on my car for the last few weeks and just ran out of time to get it up on stands today, so I stopped by jiffy to have them do it, and paid $70 to have them do so, mind you.
I know that I left the oil pressure switch unplugged when I was doing the work, and asked if, since it’s right next to the filter, would they mind plugging it in? Can’t miss it.
Michael from the pit: “I have no f-ing idea what that is, or where it is. That’s what mechanics are for.”
Weird, since the wire is dangling in your face, sir. If you touched the filter, you touched the loose wire and its connector. A simple “for liability, we can’t” would have sufficed. Or even just “no.” But the aggression was off the charts. I just asked a question, dude. It wasn’t a demand.
He proceeded to make fun of the people waiting in line for the duration of the rest of my service, criticizing their driving abilities….its a small parking lot, brother, and you’re clearly understaffed, so….yeah it’s hard to turn around in that line.
Is he ok? Someone needs to check in with him. The toxic masculinity and aggression are real with this guy. I’m honestly afraid to go back in case I have to interact with him again.
Annika and other Michael were lovely.
