I had a terrible body shop experience in the late 90's. I took my 69' Camaro to a shady one-stop restoration shop near where I worked. They always had a nice Chevelle or two parked out front. I liked the idea that I could stop by there after work and check on things. I agreed to have the owner paint my car. This clown was a fast talking, severe ADHD, Charles Manson look-a-like who thought he knew everything about Chevys. I could tell I had to write out my instructions clearly, so I handed him copies of the factory layout for Z-28 stripes.
When I picked up my car, it had Dodge Neon stripes. I was so mad! I also had that "why does this only happen to me?" feeling. His reply to my disgust: "Nobody will ever know the difference."
He left on vacation and my car stayed in the shop. He said when he returned, he would fix the stripes. When he finally called me again, yes the stripes were correct, but underneath the new paint, you could see where he failed to sand out all the lines from the old Neon stripes. It was another kick in the crotch. I complained again and he threw up his hands.
After seeing my lawyer I was told it was not worth the time/money. The embarrassing stripes was one of the reasons I sold my car. Eventually his rip-off business practices caught up with him and he served time. Good thing too because I heard there were several people, including gang members who wanted him dead, for screwing up their cars or ripping them off.