Ideal Body & Paint Shop Kerry Larkin Owner, Kerry Larkin, is a Creep! Very NASTY, FAT, and disgusting! Boynton Beach, Florida

3rd of Dec, 2011 by User452034

Not only was I very weirded out by Kerry Larkin, the owner of Ideal Body & Paint Shop in Boynton Beach, but I was also ripped off by this idiot. I took my car in to get some minor paint and scratches fixed. I actually walked into the wrong building, and the owner from the building in which I walked in said "Oh, you're in the wrong building. That's across the street." As I turned to walk out, the man mentioned "watch out for that owner over there, by the way. He's a scumbag." I don't know why but I shrugged off that guy's piece of advice and went into th Ideal Body & Paint shop anyway. As I opened the door and walked in, I noticed to my left there were various "nudie" magazines laying around as I could see "Traffic Stopping Breasts", "Bang My Wife Please", among various other Hustler titles which I found very inappropriate. I approached the counter to find a bald, fat, sweaty guy in his mid-to-late 50's picking his nose. "Help you?", he said, as he stared down at the booger at the end of his finger. "Yeah, I need to get an estimate on my vehicle", I responded. At this point, I didn't see what he did, but the booger was no longer on his finger. However, he was wiping his hand on his pant leg. I noticed his desk was just full of junk food. He had Taco Bell wrappers and a big tub of ice cream sitting there with a spoon sitting inside it. This guy was a complete slob! "Here's my card", he said, as he handed me his business card. "Name's Kerry Larkin." He then mentioned "if you're wondering why I'm sweating and breathing heavy, it's because I just got finished working out", as he sucked in his 48-inch gut and flexed. I started laughing, thinking he was joking, however he was dead serious. Anyway, he led the way outside to go look at my car. We get to my car, and the first thing he tells me is "I have to tell you...you have great curves", as he then winked at me. I didn't respond to that statement, as I just wanted to know about my car. He gets into my car, barely fitting, as his huge gut was pinched up against the steering wheel. I don't know if he did this on purpose, but the next thing he did grossed me out. He ripped a disgusting fart right on my seat, and then pretended that it was just the seat that made the noise, even though I don't have leather. He then got embarassed because it started to smell. He quickly dove out of my car and shut the door. "Can you show me where the damage is?" I moved around to the passenger side where the damage was to show him, as I noticed he was watching me walk and staring at my butt the whole time in the creepiest way! Ugh! I was so disgusted! I made it a point to tell him not to stare at me like that in such a creepy way, and he said he wasn't staring at me. But whatever. All I wanted was my car to be fixed. He looked at my car for about 12-15 seconds, and he said "follow me". I followed him back to his desk which was destroyed by candy, ice cream, taco bell, and various nudie magazines. He wrote then grabbed a pen, wrote something on a slip of paper, then slid it over to me. I turned the paper over, revealing "$1,000". "What's this?", I asked, confused. "You asked for an estimate didn't you?!", he said in a stern way. "No way! 1,000 bucks?! You've got to be kidding me! Nevermind!", I said, as I turned around to walk out. He then called me back over. "Wait, there must be SOMETHING we could work out", he said as he winked at me. "Some sort of... agreement?" "What is that supposed to mean?", I asked. "I don't know...you tell me!", he said back, with a creepy smirk on his face. By now I was fed up with this guy. I just wanted to leave. I asked for my keys back, and told him I'm going elsewhere. He became angry and said "fine! Suit yourself! I was gonna ask you to dinner and everything! Your loss!" As I was walking out, he said "Hey by the way", which obviously made me turn around, only to see him grabbing his crotch with one hand and flipping me the bird with the other. "Right there!", he yelled. Then he repeated it louder. "RIGHT THERE!" I flipped him back the bird and walked out. Just as the door was about to close, I could hear him yell "TEASE!" in the background. How disgusting. What a fat loser he was. Now my ripoff was that he attempted to fix such a minor repair for 1,000 bucks. Where did he even pull that number out of? He just randomly came up with 1,000? How does he figure. That was the most insane number he could possibly come up with. Whatever. I went elsewhere and got it fixed for $200. That idiot Kerry Larkin should be shut down.

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