Ok, here goes.
I called Monday and ordered a splitter. TSC, Troy, Alabama says it will be assembled and ready the next day. That is fine with me.
I get a call the next day...they couldn't get the splitter to "prime". They'll have to assemble the other one for me but they are getting in inventory that day so it will be two days later when it will be ready. Well, we were supposed to have very heavy rains for Wednesday so Thursday is fine.
Thursday afternoon I call Troy and inquire about the splitter. A guy I hadn't spoken with (had been a lady up until now) told me to hold on and he would check on it for me. I was on hold for a couple of minutes and he came back with "yeah, they've got one put together back there" and I said "...and it's got my name on it, right?". "Yeah" is the reply. Ok, so after work I hook my trailer to my old Cherokee and make the 30 mile trip.
I walk in and inquire with the girl at the checkout counter. She calls the back and talks with somebody. She then starts checking some folks out that came up after me. Me? I'm just standing over there trying to figure out if someone else is coming to help me or what. Finally after a few minutes a guy (turns out to be the manager) comes from the back pulling the splitter. He doesn't say howdy or kiss my **s or anything. I look at the splitter and the first thing that gets my attention is that the engine is completely covered in greasy hand prints. I then see a big puddle of hydraulic fluid on top of the tank. Hmmm, I'm beginning to feel a little bit like...what shall we say....like someone that didn't give a rip put this thing together. Ok, but not to pass judgement so quickly I ask the manager who is standing there like a mute zombie if I can check the hydraulic fluid....he goes and finds me a crescent wrench. The fluid is actually a touch overfilled.
I replace the breather cap and proceed to the engine....engine oil again only touches the very tip of the dipstick...actually lower than the other unit was. About that time I see the valve lever...it's just kinda hanging there....the pin and cotter key is in the lever but the lever isn't attached to the valve
...it's just hanging there. The mute zombie realizes something's wrong when I hold the lever up and ask "what's this?"...by the time he gets back with the pliers I already had the lever installed and the cheap cotter key bent over.
The zombie manager wanders off to do managerial nothings at the counter. It's about this time that I spot two little bolts. You know, those two insignificant bolts that attach the tongue assembly to the tank/engine assembly. You know....the ones that hold things together and keeps the tank and engine from breaking free while you're traveling down the road and crashing head-on into a family of circus midgets coming home from the bingo palace. Yeah
...*THOSE TWO BOLTS*... Well, it's nothing big really, but I notice that the lock washers are, well...loose enough to wiggle between the nut and the flange on the tank/engine assembly...one nut freely loosens when I twist it with my fingers...the other nut I had to strain as much as I would to take the cap off of a bic pen to loosen it. They were not even finger tight. The manager/zombie is close by and I ask him what holds this thing together when your pulling it down the road...he kind of stutters and I interrupt with "how about those two loose bolts?".
That's when I tell him I think I will pass on this unit. And that's when he casually grabs the splitter and pulls it toward the back...not saying "I'm sorry about this, we'll get it right", or "I'm sorry you drove all this way", or "I'm late for the night of the living dead", or nothing...he just walks away apparently not caring that he's losing a thousand dollar sale. I'm left standing there so I turn and walk out....not getting the $50 worth of dog food I needed to have got. This is what just blows me away....the "I don't give a sheet" attitude. I may end up ordering a splitter after all...I'm running out of nearby TSC's to try....and running out of patience, too.
I've penned a letter to TSC that I'm putting in the mail tomorrow. Who knows?...somebody might just respond...or they might just stand there mute like a zombie.
This is getting to be ridiculous!<sigh>
Ed