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Originally Posted by I don't want a mustang

I took my car into the Chevy dealer (Colonial Chevy in Chester, VA) to get a TPMS sensor replaced under warranty. I get a dutiful text message on the reg saying I am low on air although several different tire gauges assure me I am not.

This nice lady is setting up my ticket and asks what I need. I tell her that I need a new TPMS sensor on that white Camaro right outside the service department window.

"Is that a mustang?", she asked.

"A MUSTANG!?", I shockingly exclaimed. "No, Ma'am. That is a 2022 Chevy Camaro LT1 convertible". She walks off to the get the service schedule.

I look at the other two service writers and say. "A mustang? I am depressed."


I'd like to hear other stories about dumbass service writers. I am sure we all have a story or two.

I don't have any service writer stories, but I could talk your ear off about growing up in Enon in the '60's - '70's. Is Colonial Chevy the dealership at the intersection of routes 1 and 10? I think that was Stroshieder or something like that in my era, although I may have the name confused with the dealer in Hopewell