I'm sure you've all heard the joke "where does a 500 pound gorilla sleep? Anywhere he wants to." Well, what does a paying customer with a fi####l of cash say? That's right, anything he wants to.
There ought to be a law that saw dealers have to be at least as smart as the customers. If I go in and tell the dealer man to sharpen my blade, I don't want to hear about "that saw ain't got no blade chief, it's a bar."
Well fudge me with a stick! A bar is where I go before I come here and deal with aholes like you, and I don't see any beer in that saw. If I want to call the blade a purple hairy mouthed dildo, that's my business, as long as you sharpen my hairy mouthed dildo and charge a reasonable price and be quick about it. But I didn't want to upset the shop man's sensibilities, so I acquiesced and told him to sharpen my got damed bar.
Then he tells me that I need to keep the blade out of rocks. Hmm, a saw is a tool made to cut things. If a saw will not cut things, then it is either a poorly engineered piece of equipment or I have been taken on a piece of crap. If I want to saw rocks, then got damed it all I'm a gonna saw rocks! If your pos saw won't do that, then that's your problem.
Anyway, I get my blade back and it's sharpened all right--damned near 3/4 of the teeth are gone! On top of all this, the butthole charged me nearly the price of a new blade to butcher mine and call it sharpening. I stood there and watched, and he took damned near 30 minutes on one chain! Now, I understand a dealer has to make some money, but I don't like providing the Vaseline like this. I tell you, there ought to be a law against dumb arsed saw techs!