Sometimes I like to go to happy hour. I was hoping someone would invite me today, but he got caught up at work. I was bummed. I tried to recreate that happy hour magic at home, but the handful of rice crackers and cheap wine I had here just weren’t the same. Plus, drinking alone isn’t so happy. You see, it was one of those days. It seemed everywhere I turned there was drama and crap. Beh. I hate drama.
Anyhoo, speaking of drama… Yesterday was my last day off for, well more days than I care to count. Of course I had to use it to take my car in for service. The window on the passenger side was having issues. Actually it was loose like a tooth. You could wiggle it when the door was open. Not to mention how it rattled while driving. I think I know when it happened but it doesn’t matter. So we bring it over early in the morning. Super early for a day off! Beh. So after that early wake up call and trip across town we go about our day, totally planning everything so that we’d be back on that side of town when the car was done around 5ish. That’s always when they finish, in my past experience, and I had figured a non-engine issue would be fast. Apparently not so much. We still had heard nothing by 5 so I called to get the status. There was none, as in they hadn’t even touched it yet! So the ‘service advisor’ says he needs to keep it over night and offers me a rental. Ew. I say I’ll try to make other arrangements. So Richard jumps through all these hoops to be able to go into work later so he can drop me off on the way. Nice! Aww! So I call back the car guy, after we were already at home with a whole hors d’oeuvres spread and margaritas on the patio, to let him know I don’t need the rental.
Nope. I wouldn’t have anyway. He told me my car was done. I had until 7:00 PM to get it. So you see what happened there?
You see?
My day was screwed up in the beginning and screwed up at the end. We had to hustle all the food into the house and jet across town. I guess we could have left it anyway, but that was really gonna be a problem. But had Mr. Advisor told me he was getting someone to get on my car, we’d have been ready. I hate crap like that.
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ha! The first time I clicked the link to comment, your site told me I’d exceeded the allowed page load frequency. I was devastated that I may not be able to comment.
But here I am!
Anyway, I dread-hate-loathe having vehicles serviced, which is probably why I learned to do some of the maintenance myself. The other day, though, I ran by Jiffy Lube and those boys took gooood care of me!
I wish you’d had a similar, satisfying experience. Sorry for the drama over it.