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digitaldiscipline) wrote2003-02-20 06:40 pm
digitaldiscipline) wrote2003-02-20 06:40 pm
Professional Nutlicking
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.
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Have you tried the good Nawlens "Choke the fugger out" routine yet? I have never tried it myself but I hear its pretty effective. The only issue I have with your ordeal is trying to imagine "Cletis" working for Audi/VW. I keep invisioning that scene from "National Lampoon's Vacation" where Clark says,
"How much do I owe you?"
And the guy from the garage says...
"How much you got?"
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It would be easier for me to be a complete prick when I go in, but, honestly, the three people I've dealt with (two service reps, and their boss), have been very nice. Yes, I'm getting sick of their excuses, but I don't see how throwing a tantrum in their lobby will accomplish much.
I've sent letters to the CEO & VP of Customer Service for Audi USA, and another one, detailing this round of shenanigans, will be submitted as well. The last time, it resulted in the dealership eating the cost of closing (but not fixing) my sunroof with nothing coming out of my pocket, which was something.
But. . . bleh.