Hear the whomp, whomp, whomp some time later.
Take the minivan in for a rotation and balance.
Hear the whomp, whomp, whomp even more. It now sounds like a time machine. Oh and now the tire light is on.
Take the minivan in to have it checked. Oh, and can you perform a transmission service too?
Tire is crap. You'll have to pay for a new one because you never had a rotation and balance.
Um, yes we did.
Um, no you didn't. We don't have a record of it.
Haggle down the tire. Leave aggravated.
Take car to dealer service repair.
You need a new wheel bearing. And, did you know there is a chunk out of this tire? By the way, your transmission fluid is so bad that our service guy could smell it when he was checking the car. He looked at it and it is black.
But, we just...never mind. Yes, please all of that. None of the other million things on your suggested list please. Yes, we'll pick up the car tomorrow.
NOW, it gets fun.
Tomorrow comes: Car isn't finished. We couldn't get the part.
But, I'm in a little car. My husband is out of town. I have four kids to pick up. I can't do that legally.
We could give you a loaner; you could pick up your car and bring it back tomorrow; we could have the shuttle come pick you up.
But, daycare closes in an hour.... I deal with that problem that evening and the next morning. And I go pick up the car the next day, leaving Patric's car at the dealer.
NOW, it gets really fun.
Leave his car at the service station. Get in my newly transformed minivan with no more whomp, whomp and drive away to pick up children. We can deal with his car another day.
Get children.
Load children.
Car won't start. Car won't do anything.
Did I mention the weather is like mid-August here again?
Take children back into daycare. We're running against the clock now.
Call AAA.
Here comes the white lie.
AAA tells me they are behind in our area and it will be possibly 7:00 before they can get there.
I reply that at 6 I start getting charged by the minute for my four children. (A minor white lie...)
AAA gets there at 5:55
Battery diagnosis: this is a good battery. This must be a starter problem.
Here. I'm going to bang on the starter with a metal pipe while you try to start it.
?
Sparks fly.
He smiles.
?
He checks the battery connection and the car starts and we drive off.
We drive off to McDonald's because it is far too late to make dinner tonight.
Did I mention that my mother-in-law arrives this evening?
No pressure.
Ack.
Shaking our tattooed fist in the air at EVERYONE.
4 comments:
I hate that this whole story is true and I want you to forward the addresses of all the schmucks involved here...
Also, I think you really should just buy a time machine and fast forward 18 months.
The lies the morons told you were not "white." They were outright lies to get more money out of you, and I would not put up with it. That is total crap! As well as you write, I would send a letter to the manager and the manager's manager and up the ladder til I got some money back. You have the receipts don't you?
If you ever need help picking the kids up from daycare, call me anytime. Chad has a big truck that their carseats will fit into easily or we can squeeze them into my car. Just thought I'd offer!
Dukes and Anna are right, schmucks and morons!! But, unfortunately when you're female they think you are STUPID!!
And Nicholas looks as if he's ready to take on anyone who would dare treat his Mommy ugly:)
I know this is not confined to Memphibian car repair shops, but even considering our city's status as murder, rape & lack of education Capitol of the World, this story is over the top!
And YES the temp/humid scale was off the chart for us again. Consider having a meltdown & crying next time. You might employ that technique for future FREE re-repairs on previous non- repairs...
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