^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ This!
I too was very fortunate to have a father, grandfather and uncle who never hired anything to be done. My dad did all of his own automotive work. We had a bookshelf full of greasy Chilton repair manuals. I will forever be grateful for the "hands on" education I received in practical life skills from around the age of 10 until I left home at 18. In 1980 when I was 13-14, my Dad rebuilt the engine in his 1970 FJ-40 (Toyota Land Cruiser). That was real learning experience. That old FJ was SO easy to work on and maintain.
My Dad once told me, "real men change their own oil". For some reason, that always stuck with me. The ONE TIME I used a free dealer oil change back in 2004, I got home, parked the vehicle and started some yard work. About 30 minutes later I was standing out at our street, looked up the driveway and noticed a shimmering under the vehicle. Got closer and realized the shimmer was a huge pool of oil under the car. Drain plug was barely finger tight... I think Dad was trying to tell me something from the grave.
Called the dealer to complain, and the conversation went something like this: "Drive it back and we'll make it right". I hung up on the service advisor.
At least the Service advisor didn't deny ever seeing or having that issue!
These current, modern service personnel are totally lost in the concept of "Heel clicking" service where, when there IS such a huge F%$K-UP on their part, they should send a wrecker and loaner car, give you time to gather the crowd to ooh and aah over them kissing your **** while profusely apologizing for the inconvenience.
One of my uncles shared a story from the 50's where the department store chain which he was in management to address customer satisfaction had a STRANGE issue.....
A woman who was a preferred repeat customer of this company had the store install several window unit air conditioners. (This was before central A/C was the norm). The next year, she called upon my uncle to request the annual service where the A/C units were literally removed from inside the home, carried out into the yard, and the coils were cleaned, then the units were returned to their locations.
Well, the time had come for the coils to be serviced, and the lady called my uncle and specifically asked that he send his best crew out to provide the service; she was well off financially and spent copious amounts of money with this company. She went on that the original workmen had gotten greasy footprints on her light colored beige carpets. He assured her that her wish was his command.
The Uncle went on to tell how he hand picked a crew of his best men, explaining the greasy footprint issue, and asked that these men take paint drop-cloths and that their feet were to never touch any flooring throughout the home.
With that understood, they went off to perform the A/C coil cleanings. The woman wasn't home at the time, but her maid was there to let them in for that day's service. Well, during the service in the A/C unit in the formal living room, little "FiFi" doggy comes in a takes a dump on the carpet right under where the A/C was. The men immediately beckon to the maid and pointed out this pet mess.
That afternoon, the men got back and, knowing the gravity of this customer relations issue, told my uncle (their boss) the entire story.
My uncle just knew the lady was going to call up in a fury, and he was planning how he was going to rebut her when that inevitable phone call came in.... He rehearsed his comeback!
Sure enough, the lady called my uncle later that evening, and went off!!! As he tried to get a word in edgewise several times, she just wasn't going to let up until she was done chewing him out! The last thing she said totally flabbergasted my uncle... when she said " I just KNOW that stuff came out of the air-conditioner, because it has a greasy feel and a pungent odor!".
Struggling to keep his composure, (he wanted to fall to the floor laughing), he assured her that the problem would be taken care of at no cost to her. He sent a crew out to steam clean her carpets, never telling her that she'd been playing in dog poop!