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I'll add to that one going to the auto parts store to get a new set of axles for my old Tercel about a year ago. They don't have one, but order me one for the next day. I take a half day off work the next day, pick up the parts on the way home at noon and get on the job. No hurry, as long as I can get it put up by dark, I'm fine. Right one fit, but I got the second out of the box and it was not even close. Had some big four bolt flange on it. Of course, it's now exactly 5:03pm and the store closed at 5:00. I boxed it back up and went back in the store with it next day. Me, "This is not the right axle shaft." Him, "Well that's the number the book gives." At this point I have to severely restrain myself from inserting said axle shaft into a certain orfice of the counter guy while yelling the part number at the top of my lungs. Me, "I KNOW that number is on the box, but this ain't even close!" A closer inspection revealed the actual number, which of course wasn't even close, written in sharpie on the hub of the axle. They ordered me another one to pick up the next day. I leave work an hour early and get it on the way home. This looks better. Got it installed in just a few minutes. Halfway to work next day, the axle pulls out. I manage to cram it back in and limp the car back home. Walked in with this one the next morning. Me, "This axle is too short by about 1." Him, "You sure you had it popped in all the way?" Again, I manage to restrain myself from showing him just how well it was inserted. Me, "You got the original core I gave you?" Him, "Yeah." Put a tape on it and sure enough it's 1" too short. They order another one, you got it, another day. This whole axle replacement with new brake pads should have been a 4hr job at most. After three tries and a week and a half, I finally get my car together. And this was a NAPA store, which used to be the place to go.
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