Okay, maybe there’s one - my regular mechanic. But that’s only because he gets quite a lot of business from my co-workers and knows he would be screwed by word-of-mouth if he jerked any of us around.
Today, I wish to vent about the other sons of bitches that I’ve dealt with. Maybe it’s just me, but I always seem to end up with the jackasses who think they can rip me off because I’m a woman, and of course I must not know a damn thing about cars. :rolleyes:
To the man that I had to leave my car with when it conked out while I was on the road last week: You, sir, are a fucking asshole for taking advantage of someone who wasn’t a regular customer. I left my car with you to have a busted radiator repaired, not for you to also give my car a gratuitous inspection & then lie about the old sticker having been out of date. And what the hell do you mean, that your other mechanic didn’t know why the car was in the shop & that was why he did an inspection? Didn’t it sit there for more than a day with a note that said “overheated - probable radiator problem”?? Did you really think that I didn’t have my emissions receipt to prove when the car was last inspected???
To the two idiot brothers who run the repair shop my father frequents: Gee, when my dad brings his car there, everything gets fixed and tuned until the car is like new. I brought my car to you, and you “fixed” the brakes so badly that I had to stop at a Toyota dealer while on vacation 1500 miles from home; I nearly overheated on the road because after you replaced my water pump, you forgot to clamp the hose back on; and the last time you changed the air filter, you didn’t connect it to the air intake… and you left a damn wrench in there!
To the nimrod who came highly recommended to me (by a male friend): Thanks for connecting the new exhaust system so poorly that it damn near fell off completely just a month after installation. Thanks also for telling me that you’d checked out the odd noise I told you about, and that you’d fixed it for free… I would never have guessed that the car didn’t sound any better afterward.
To the jerk who got my car after the timing belt broke, and it had to be towed in for service: Thanks for holding me hostage to your list of “urgently needed repairs,” started even though I told you NOT to do anything until I was able to call you (because I was unreachable in class for part of the day), and left undone an extra day to “penalize” me for demanding that you only fix what was clearly broke and leave the rest for my regular mechanic.
What the fuck is wrong with these people? I sincerely hope that there is a hell for these morally-bankrupt wastes of natural resources, and that it somehow involves a ratcheting socket wrench (with dull razor blades set perpendicular to socket) that regularly gets cranked around their balls and lubricated with iodine.
::takes a deep breath, exhales, and feels just a little bit better for unloading::