“Alright, listen up, I don’t usually drop five stars on a corporate auto parts chain, alright? I’m not out here tossing stars around like I’m Oprah: “YOU get a star! YOU get a star!” No, usually these places feel like the DMV with brake pads — cold, slow, and just one guy who looks like he’s been battling a hangover since 2004.
But this spot? This Orilys in Borger? Man… these ladies were on it. Fast, friendly, and actually knew what the hell they were talking about, which, let’s be honest, is surprising — but it is. I’m not trying to sound like one of those cavemen who thinks women should be baking pies and handing out coupons — no, no — I’m just saying, after dealing with the last O’Reilly’s where the poor girl looked at me like I asked her how to build a time machine when I said “blower motor resistor,” it was refreshing to get someone who didn’t act like car parts were quantum physics.
These women walked me through my parts like seasoned pit crew champs. I half expected one of them to toss me a wrench and say, “Let’s do this in under ten seconds.”
It felt like I had stumbled into a fast-lane alternate universe where auto parts stores were staffed with friendly humans who don’t make you feel like a burden for needing something more complex than windshield wipers.
So yeah, corporate or not — give these Borger gals a raise, or a trophy, or a lifetime supply of socket sets.”
Battery Stores
“Alright, listen up, I don’t usually drop five stars on a corporate auto parts chain, alright? I’m not out here tossing stars around like I’m Oprah: “YOU get a star! YOU get a star!” No, usually these places feel like the DMV with brake pads — cold, slow, and just one guy who looks like he’s been battling a hangover since 2004.
But this spot? This Orilys in Borger? Man… these ladies were on it. Fast, friendly, and actually knew what the hell they were talking about, which, let’s be honest, is surprising — but it is. I’m not trying to sound like one of those cavemen who thinks women should be baking pies and handing out coupons — no, no — I’m just saying, after dealing with the last O’Reilly’s where the poor girl looked at me like I asked her how to build a time machine when I said “blower motor resistor,” it was refreshing to get someone who didn’t act like car parts were quantum physics.
These women walked me through my parts like seasoned pit crew champs. I half expected one of them to toss me a wrench and say, “Let’s do this in under ten seconds.”
It felt like I had stumbled into a fast-lane alternate universe where auto parts stores were staffed with friendly humans who don’t make you feel like a burden for needing something more complex than windshield wipers.
So yeah, corporate or not — give these Borger gals a raise, or a trophy, or a lifetime supply of socket sets.”