Said he had an appt at 9:00 and arrived 10 minutes early. He looked outside and his bike hadn't been touched. It was 11 am!!!
I can do much better than two hours and ten minutes

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The following happened on two separate occasions. It's been several years ago so the names have changed but the shop's reputation didn't get any better for at least as long as I kept listening to the stories.
So back before I gave up on the local dealership lo those many years ago I had an appt at the local shop. The dealership was notorious for not stocking much so ordering parts then waiting was commonplace. I'm headed out of town for a week so drop it off on a Saturday under the clearly understood premise that they had it until the following Friday so they could look at it Saturday or Monday, order parts as needed, and hopefully have it all buttoned up by the end of the week as parts would have time to come in.
So I get back on the Friday night. Call them Saturday morning. "What's up?" I ask. "We had to order parts" says the dipstickership. "Yeah, not surprised," says I, "Got it done yet?"
"No, we had to order parts..."
"We just did that yesterday."
"We had the bike until Friday you said so that's when we started looking at it."
Now, you'd think one such stupid-assed episode of putting something off just because you can even though precisely the opposite had been fully discussed (including a poignant discussion of the reasons why [including exactly what ended up happening])? You'd think so? About four months later with exactly the same people following exactly the same discussions exactly the same thing happened all over again.
That second time cost me a trip, unrefundable hotel deposits and some other travel costs to the tune of nearly $1000. But, in their good grace, the dealership comped a $25 in house debit.
The same shop had done work three different times that left me on foot within 20 miles of their work being done. They'd damaged painted parts. They'd sent me out the door with a brand new, just purchased, 2005 SEEG with a PDI so thorough that they missed a saddlebag lid nearly falling off of the bike and that the bike had no gas in it. I ran out before getting to the closest gas station less than a mile away.
So, yeah, waiting two hours uneventfully, that's nuthin...!

All that (and more) is why I started always making the time to work on my own. I might screw up. But it'll never be as frustrating as dealing with a dealership.