A couple of weeks ago I walked into the office and there is some random bloke sat there. Asked him if I could help "no I'm fine.The bloke said I could sit here while he fixes my car". Erm, this is an Mot station and we don't do repair work. He replies " well the bloke said I could sit in the waiting room and that sign says waiting area" So I point out it says MoT reception and waiting area. It's not the waiting room for the chap who fixes lawnmowers down the road or the bloke who sells polish opposite, it's the waiting area for the MoT station.With that he buggered off.Don't know how long he'd been there and he wasn't doing any harm. He told my assistant earlier the bloke said he could sit there and she thought he meant me. Nothing to be grumpy about, but.
He had gone next door for a quote .While they were looking at the car he just disappeared . They hadn't said to sit in the waiting room (they haven't got one). So the car was in for some welding work and should have been collected last week.Tonight just as I'm getting ready to close a car pulls up outside my unit and matey gets out and goes next door. There is still someone in the car engine running and lights on. I came out of the unit looked at him then made a point of turning and looking at the MoT parking only sign he is right infront of,then looked back at him before bringing a car in the workshop. I came out to bring another car in and did the same only this time loudly reading MoT parking. If the DVSA inspector turns up and some random vehicle is in the allocated parking area I am the one who gets a bollocking. Anyway this is only mildly grumpy but add the two together and then find out these two people are motoring journalists. How the fuck can you write for a living if you can't fucking read.