“Jon? Jon, there’s some guy bitching out front, saying that you need to look at his car. Like right now.”
All you could see of Jon was his lower half, his legs poking out from underneath the car he was currently working on, and he was not budging either. “Well, either tell him to wait or get Greg to handle it, I’m busy,” he said, his voice muffled.
The younger mechanic shifted uncomfortably, glancing back to where the impatient customer was waiting. “Greg’s already on his lunch break, and he said it had to be you. He told me to say you owe him for that sandwich at Em’s?” He said.
“Then tell him to fuck off, I’m in the middle of another job- wait, did you just say sandwich at Em’s?”
Jon hauled himself out from under the car, his hands and face smeared with grease. He clambered off the ground, cracking his back and grumbling something about being too old to keep getting up and down like that. He walked to the front, where a man in a suit made a dramatic show of looking at his watch. “So, you need me to look at your car? Right now?” He asked.
The man cleared his throat. “Yes, right now. I don’t have time to waste,” he replied rather snappily.
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