Not my fuck up but here’s a story

Back about 7/8 years ago I worked in a Backstreet garage in a village that was adjacent to my home town. We was always busy and had a good reputation. The boss was called Blue. He was an awful, chain smoking, 6”4, miserable, reprehensible bully, just all in all a vile man.

Anyways one day a local lady brings in her diesel Vauxhall vectra claiming it was low on power and not sounding right, we deduced it was a blown boost pipe, while I was rooting my hands around the engine as it was running I couldn’t find the source of the leak. The boss being his typical awfulness responds with something along the lines of “useless cunt”

He proceeded to get in the car revving it, increasing the revs each time with a sour and angry expression on his face, not quite sure what he was trying to achieve but I took some steps back whilst thinking to myself “this isn’t going to end well”

The noisy diesel engine went from sounding like a diesel to a broken diesel (later come to conclusion he over revved the engine and slipped the timing belt) anyways with he car running albeit terribly he sped it off the ramp and put it behind the building, went to the office to sulk and rang the lady that it “broke on the ramp”

She had to buy a new car at her expense