If I ever had a kid, I would talk to it like I talk to my car. Because I hate kids. And my car.
Dear Pongo (my car's name),
I hate you. Did I want you? No, but here I am, stuck with you. Spending my hard earned (don't laugh) money on your busted ass only so you can live long enough to spend more of my money. I can't stand you, and I can't wait to be rid of you.
For the last year, there have been a few moments where it was a little difficult to get my key into the ignition, but it wasn't anything that felt like a problem. Well, the last week, it's gotten to point where you really have to SHOVE the key inside. Aside from a fear of damaging the car itself, I only have ONE key for my car. So if I break it while trying to get it into the ignition.... I'm screwed. I tried to use WD40 on my key to help lubricate the whole thing, but that didn't really help. So I was proactive and decided to fix the issue ASAP. This never happens. Like I adulted so good without any procrastination, and... there was no point.
This morning I made the appointment. This afternoon I took it in. So I get there at about 12:30, and that was my first mistake. Because if I'd really thought about it, I would have made my appointment for the morning -- before everyone goes to lunch. So they say it will take about 3 hours. That's fine. I want the problem fixed. So I walk around the area for a little bit and then stay in their nice waiting lounge. And time goes by... until 4:30 when I was pretty fed up that I went and asked what was going on.
That was when they told me that they had to order the part and that it would take 5 days probably. WTF. It took FOUR hours for them to decide they couldn't help me that day. So then they want me to pay for the parts today and try to bill me. Fine, let's do this. I've been here all day. Let's just commit to the shit. Well, the printer jacked up, so I ended up waiting ANOTHER half hour after that.
And the sick thing is, I only went back to the dealership where I bought the car, because they had installed this security feature on the ignition called a Prevent A Start. Basically if you don't hit this button, the car won't start. Well, these dumb fucks didn't even look for that even though it's IN MY FILE for my car. So they were trying to start it, trying to start it, trying to start it, etc. And I couldn't go tell them, because customers aren't allowed in that part of the repair shop. In the end, they came to me and were like DO YOU HAVE TROUBLE STARTING YOUR CAR? And I had to explain to them their own work. *sigh*
I hate you. Did I want you? No, but here I am, stuck with you. Spending my hard earned (don't laugh) money on your busted ass only so you can live long enough to spend more of my money. I can't stand you, and I can't wait to be rid of you.
For the last year, there have been a few moments where it was a little difficult to get my key into the ignition, but it wasn't anything that felt like a problem. Well, the last week, it's gotten to point where you really have to SHOVE the key inside. Aside from a fear of damaging the car itself, I only have ONE key for my car. So if I break it while trying to get it into the ignition.... I'm screwed. I tried to use WD40 on my key to help lubricate the whole thing, but that didn't really help. So I was proactive and decided to fix the issue ASAP. This never happens. Like I adulted so good without any procrastination, and... there was no point.
This morning I made the appointment. This afternoon I took it in. So I get there at about 12:30, and that was my first mistake. Because if I'd really thought about it, I would have made my appointment for the morning -- before everyone goes to lunch. So they say it will take about 3 hours. That's fine. I want the problem fixed. So I walk around the area for a little bit and then stay in their nice waiting lounge. And time goes by... until 4:30 when I was pretty fed up that I went and asked what was going on.
That was when they told me that they had to order the part and that it would take 5 days probably. WTF. It took FOUR hours for them to decide they couldn't help me that day. So then they want me to pay for the parts today and try to bill me. Fine, let's do this. I've been here all day. Let's just commit to the shit. Well, the printer jacked up, so I ended up waiting ANOTHER half hour after that.
And the sick thing is, I only went back to the dealership where I bought the car, because they had installed this security feature on the ignition called a Prevent A Start. Basically if you don't hit this button, the car won't start. Well, these dumb fucks didn't even look for that even though it's IN MY FILE for my car. So they were trying to start it, trying to start it, trying to start it, etc. And I couldn't go tell them, because customers aren't allowed in that part of the repair shop. In the end, they came to me and were like DO YOU HAVE TROUBLE STARTING YOUR CAR? And I had to explain to them their own work. *sigh*