Max the Rip Off Artist

         My sister's car failed a smog check. I took the report to Bill the Smog Guru so he could look it over. He sat down at his desk and disappeared behind the clutter.

            "She took it to Max! Why'd she take it there?" he asked.

            "How am I supposed to know?"

            "He's a rip off! I use to send all my bad customers to him! If a customer had a bad attitude I'd refer them to Max. I'd tell them, I charge sixty dollars, but there's a guy down the street who will do it for thirty, and that includes a smog certificate. Max would complain bitterly, Billy, why are you sending me so many bad customers? You said if I was busy to send them to you. The real reason was because Max would sell gas caps for thirty-five dollars to old crippled ladies."

            "He tested my sister's car with the check engine light on."

            "He's an idiot!"

            "He said she had to fix her car at his shop to get a free re-test."

            "He's a test only shop! He's not suppose to work on cars!" Bill was getting red in the face from agitation. "What we ought do is let him fix the car and show up with a camera, then report him to Bureau of Auto Repairs, that's what we ought to do!"
            "You mean a sting operation?"
            "Yeah, you show up with a camera and get footage while he's working on the car."
            "I think it's a better idea if you show up with the camera."
            "He knows me. He has no idea who you are!"
            "I still think it's a better idea if you show up."