I entered this shop intent on obtaining a custom paint job for my classic muscle car. Upon entering, I was greeted by an elderly gentleman, who identified himself as Jeff Weller. Immediately, I noticed that something was wrong with him. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight, and kept repeating himself over and over. I tried to explain what I was looking for, and he was just all over the place. My vehicle is worth 70-100K, so I am sensitive to who touches it, and after a few minutes with this person, I realized that I would not feel safe leaving my car with him.
As a compassionate man, I asked him if he was OK, and he became very aggressive and threatening. This was peculiar, because he is an elderly, small man, and I am a very large younger man... He literally threatened to kick my a**... I started laughing at him, and he literally walked towards me. I smacked my hands together in front of him as he approached me and he seemed to literally wake up. He stopped his approach and headed towards the door of his shop. We had been in the parking lot in front of his very small shop looking at my car...
I decided that I would never go there again, and would never let any of my friends go there either. This report is for those of you considering this shop with the owner, who has likely inhaled too many paint fumes. How very sad for him... I will never forget the words that came out of that little, old mans mouth... Unbelievable.
I entered this shop intent on obtaining a custom paint job for my classic muscle car. Upon entering, I was greeted by an elderly gentleman, who identified himself as Jeff Weller. Immediately, I noticed that something was wrong with him. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight, and kept repeating himself over and over. I tried to explain what I was looking for, and he was just all over the place. My vehicle is worth 70-100K, so I am sensitive to who touches it, and after a few minutes with this person, I realized that I would not feel safe leaving my car with him.
As a compassionate man, I asked him if he was OK, and he became very aggressive and threatening. This was peculiar, because he is an elderly, small man, and I am a very large younger man... He literally threatened to kick my a**... I started laughing at him, and he literally walked towards me. I smacked my hands together in front of him as he approached me and he seemed to literally wake up. He stopped his approach and headed towards the door of his shop. We had been in the parking lot in front of his very small shop looking at my car...
I decided that I would never go there again, and would never let any of my friends go there either. This report is for those of you considering this shop with the owner, who has likely inhaled too many paint fumes. How very sad for him... I will never forget the words that came out of that little, old mans mouth... Unbelievable.
Chip Magic Reviews
I entered this shop intent on obtaining a custom paint job for my classic muscle car. Upon entering, I was greeted by an elderly gentleman, who identified himself as Jeff Weller. Immediately, I noticed that something was wrong with him. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight, and kept repeating himself over and over. I tried to explain what I was looking for, and he was just all over the place. My vehicle is worth 70-100K, so I am sensitive to who touches it, and after a few minutes with this person, I realized that I would not feel safe leaving my car with him.
As a compassionate man, I asked him if he was OK, and he became very aggressive and threatening. This was peculiar, because he is an elderly, small man, and I am a very large younger man... He literally threatened to kick my a**... I started laughing at him, and he literally walked towards me. I smacked my hands together in front of him as he approached me and he seemed to literally wake up. He stopped his approach and headed towards the door of his shop. We had been in the parking lot in front of his very small shop looking at my car...
I decided that I would never go there again, and would never let any of my friends go there either. This report is for those of you considering this shop with the owner, who has likely inhaled too many paint fumes. How very sad for him... I will never forget the words that came out of that little, old mans mouth... Unbelievable.
I entered this shop intent on obtaining a custom paint job for my classic muscle car. Upon entering, I was greeted by an elderly gentleman, who identified himself as Jeff Weller. Immediately, I noticed that something was wrong with him. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight, and kept repeating himself over and over. I tried to explain what I was looking for, and he was just all over the place. My vehicle is worth 70-100K, so I am sensitive to who touches it, and after a few minutes with this person, I realized that I would not feel safe leaving my car with him.
As a compassionate man, I asked him if he was OK, and he became very aggressive and threatening. This was peculiar, because he is an elderly, small man, and I am a very large younger man... He literally threatened to kick my a**... I started laughing at him, and he literally walked towards me. I smacked my hands together in front of him as he approached me and he seemed to literally wake up. He stopped his approach and headed towards the door of his shop. We had been in the parking lot in front of his very small shop looking at my car...
I decided that I would never go there again, and would never let any of my friends go there either. This report is for those of you considering this shop with the owner, who has likely inhaled too many paint fumes. How very sad for him... I will never forget the words that came out of that little, old mans mouth... Unbelievable.