Appreciation post: The old guy at the parts counter in St. Louis who saved my Saturday
I was a new mechanic, maybe six months in, trying to fix a finicky door lock on a 90s Otis and ready to just order a whole new assembly. The guy behind the counter, who must have been seventy, just shook his head and said, 'Kid, give me your pocket knife.' He took the blade, scraped some black gunk off the latch roller's pivot pin for about thirty seconds, sprayed it with a little Tri-Flow, and handed it back. The lock worked smooth as glass. How many of these old-school, fix-it-first tricks have we lost to just swapping parts now?