chloe go bang - part 587
I was supposed to leave for Vegas this morning for work and I finally made it out the door around 9am. Brad laughed at me and said, “Somehow I knew you wouldn’t get out the door at 7:30am.”
“Well you could have let me know you’d release tear gas in the bathroom inhibiting me from leaving the bedroom until 8:45!”
I went directly to Midas to get my oil changed and when I got there they COULDN’T GET MY HOOD OPEN! Shut up I know!!
Some idiot rammed me in April 2006 and getting my car “fixed” has been a never-ending ordeal. Here we are a year later, only to discover the hood doesn’t open.
I took it immediately to the dumb fucks at the garage where my car was “fixed” last year. We sat around for an hour as they looked like they were breaking more and more stuff. Brad got a parking ticket. It was good times.
Finally, I approached the dumb fucks and asked what the ETD was. “This not from us. For favor we look for you to be nice.” Grrrreeeeaaaat. “Why for you no go now and come back for when we finish.”
They said it’d be an hour or so and they’d call us. A few hours later, after I’d spent forever on the phone with my clients in Vegas, my insurance adjuster, my insurance agent, the shop director from my insurance and a few other insurance henchmen, the dumb fucks still hadn’t called. So naturally, I called them.
“It not ready now. Later.”
Oooookay.
At 6pm I came to find out that my car was completely dismantled and that they had to order some parts that wouldn’t come in until tomorrow. They estimate my car MIGHT be done at 1pm. Then I still have to get an oil change. I might never get to Vegas.