An employee of the Autozone Corporation that is expected to know everything about your shit
green Plymouth Voyager or your decaying Nissan Maxima that has thirty different engine codes, a missing fender, and various dings and dents covering its decrepit body. An autozoner must be a first-class bullshitter to conjure such ridiculous answers to questions like “what the fuck do you
mean I can’
t get a valve cover gasket for my Daewoo Lanos?!” or the ever so
popular caliper bracket for any given jalopy. Autozoner’
s whole heartily love to hear the words “I’m going to Advance” or any of the other incompetent auto part’
s stores to get these ill-bred people out of our store. Autozoner’
s dread the question “well, can you just come out and look at it?” just take the fucking
thing to an actual mechanic you inconsiderate fuck-up.