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Those of you keeping score (if anyone is, please get a life *g*). . .
My car went into the shop monday morning, with the intent of being picked up after work Tuesday.
Ostensibly, I'm going to be able to pick it up tomorrow (Friday).
Yes, three fucking days late, because they couldn't be arsed to have the right parts on hand to do a job that I've been making appointments to get addressed since November Fucking Twentieth. Three months, and they still don't have what they need?
Christ, maybe K -is- right, and my devil-woshipping bumper stickers have torqued off the local yokels or something. How the bloody hell can you be this uniformly incompetent and remain in business?
And, feck, I got to drive a Jetta last night. Five speed, four-banger. It'd be sweet with the stick and the six, but there's no fucking way I'm giving a couple thousand dollars to these assholes.
Maybe I'll just say, "Look, keep the fucking audi, i'll pull my shit out of the glove box and haul the subwoofer out of the trunk, and how about you give me one of last year's Jettas, six and stick, straight up. the five thou difference will be compensation for my having to put up with your inept shit."
K's at a meeting, so it's me, a bottle, and an xbox tonight. frag on.
My car went into the shop monday morning, with the intent of being picked up after work Tuesday.
Ostensibly, I'm going to be able to pick it up tomorrow (Friday).
Yes, three fucking days late, because they couldn't be arsed to have the right parts on hand to do a job that I've been making appointments to get addressed since November Fucking Twentieth. Three months, and they still don't have what they need?
Christ, maybe K -is- right, and my devil-woshipping bumper stickers have torqued off the local yokels or something. How the bloody hell can you be this uniformly incompetent and remain in business?
And, feck, I got to drive a Jetta last night. Five speed, four-banger. It'd be sweet with the stick and the six, but there's no fucking way I'm giving a couple thousand dollars to these assholes.
Maybe I'll just say, "Look, keep the fucking audi, i'll pull my shit out of the glove box and haul the subwoofer out of the trunk, and how about you give me one of last year's Jettas, six and stick, straight up. the five thou difference will be compensation for my having to put up with your inept shit."
K's at a meeting, so it's me, a bottle, and an xbox tonight. frag on.
