Complaint letter opinions please

This is pretty pointless, but it’s a poll of sorts.

Anyway, a certain car dealership (let’s call it “Total Fubar” dealership) went above and beyond the call of duty in pissing me off several months ago. At that time, I wrote a complaint letter, and received a letter whining about not having my phone number so “we” could discuss the issue. Text of prior two letter at the end of this post after the << symbols.

Today, I received a standard Ford form letter about bringing my vehicle in for service to Total Fubar. Addressed to my husband, who is listed second on the title, BTW. At my work address. :mad:

My question is: Does the following letter articulately convey “fuck off and die you moronic sexist asshats!” politely? I do not want a freebie, or even an apology. I don’t want anything from Total Fubar. I merely want them to know why they’ve lost a customer.
My letter:
Dear Mr. Service manager:
Please discontinue any and all marketing correspondence from Total Fubar, in regards to my 2006 Ford Escape, effective immediately. The “account” number for this service is VIN123456. In the first place, Giant Freakin Marine is not the primary owner, driver or decision maker for this vehicle.
Secondly, 1234 Uppity Dr. is a “branch location” business address, so your marketing attempts are misguided.
Finally, and most importantly, I have already stated, very clearly, in writing, that I will never again patronize Total Fubar, and find your claim that Team Total Fubar is the best choice for anything a blatant falsehood. When in the area on long term business, I find it best to obtain necessary maintenance or repairs at almost any other facility.
No phone number is provided because I do not care to have Total Fubar further interrupt my schedule. You may, if you feel it is necessary, contact me by US mail at my main business address of 321 Unimproved Rd, Podunkville.
Sincerely,
MadPansy64

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first letter: <<Dear Sir:
This letter is to complain about service I received from a Total Fubar service representative named <Idiothead>, at approximately 9:30 am on Saturday, August 18, 2007.
While I was standing by my vehicle, in the proper place in the drive for service, <Idiothead> asked the gentlemen standing near me what I needed. The gentleman said, “It’s her car, ask her.” <Idiothead> didn’t. <Idiothead> did not even look at me. However, I said that I needed the regular warranty service, and to please list the details on the invoice for the refund from my extended warranty Dealer. I also requested that he have the A/C checked since it began stinking shortly after my last service at this particular dealership, and that my cigarette lighter port was not working for either cigarette lighting or cell phone charging. <Idiothead> kept looking at the gentleman, as if to get his approval. <Idiothead> may need to enter Twentieth Century America, and realize that women can not only vote, and drive, but we even pay our own bills! To enter the Twenty-first century would be asking too much of <Idiothead>, but he ought to be able to deal with a female customer without offending her.
The A/C stink & cigarette lighter would have required me to leave the vehicle until sometime Monday, so I said to just do the regular service this time and I will make an appointment for the other. It would have been nice for the other two employees, whom I spoke to on the phone when the issues began, to mention that I would need an appointment, instead of being told to just bring it in.
Thanks to <Idiothead>, my vehicle received an oil change. The air filter wasn’t changed, the belts, hoses, fluids and brakes weren’t checked. Perhaps <Idiothead’s> problem is not merely sexism, perhaps it is also incompetence.
I expected a much higher level of service from your company, and I am quite disappointed. Because I do not have the time to deal with rude incompetence, I have cancelled the appointment to fix the other issues, and will be getting my vehicle serviced elsewhere. I will be informing my friends and family about this experience at your dealership.>>

*reply to whiny “what’s your phone number letter”: * Dear Mr. Manager:
How fortunate that Mr. <Idiothead last name> did not contact me by telephone. If I had wanted to be contacted by telephone, I would have included that number in my letter of complaint.
It is to be hoped that your staff will attempt to improve their service while being polite to all paying customers, which was my point in contacting you. As it stands, I will not be patronizing Total Fubar at any time. As I am in the area only 3 weeks of every 4, having any other dealership perform scheduled maintenance and correct the two other minor issues should take less time than I have already spent on one unperformed scheduled maintenance at Total Fubar. >>>>

What say you, dopers?

You do good letter writing. Copy each letter to “Zone” the address should be in the manual.

At three of the dealerships I worked for letters of all types were posted to a board in the employe break room. Good or bad.

<idiothead> needs a job with no interaction with any humans.

:slight_smile:
Thanks! For some reason, I’m quite good at instantly, icily, grammatically correct, ladylike ball-busting. But, if I have any chance to consider my words, I tend toward babbling hissy-fits. It’s nice to have a coherency check.

I’ve added a cc to Zone, as well as to the Podunkville dealership that sold me the vehicle.

You may also want to copy that to your local BBB, if Total Fubar is a member…

My only comment is that at my dealer, some mileage “regular service” is only an oil change. They might also top off fluids, but don’t do much beyond that.

Other than that, I like your style!

I’ve always preferred:

Dear Assholes,
Fuck you all. Irate letter to follow.

Love, me.

My f-i-l gave me some good advice many years ago when I was disappionted with car service and was tempted to vent my spleen in writing. His opinion: go ahead, but only if you think you’ll ever do business with them again. If not, cut your losses.

It took a few days to get over being angry and I’ve not looked back.

Scrawl “return to sender - no longer at this address” on the envelope, mail it back to them, and they’ll likely take you off their list.

Send the letter and they’re likely to keep contacting you in an effort to make it right.

If the morons would get my name and address correct, it would be an improvement. The coupons are good only for my car (specific to the listed VIN) and since me, my address, and my car are 800 miles away . . .

Nah, they really are that stupid. They’ll continue to annoy my managers secretary, who has an even bigger mouth and shorter temper than I do. :smiley:

Speaking of which, I should check to see if they actually got the VIN correct.

I’m pushing this because of the manufacturer and my warranty. It’s an almost new car, with a full service plan, and I want every Ford dealer in the country to know to I have no patience with incompetence.

FWIW, I also write letters of praise when I encounter competence. CC 'em to the boss & corporate for more-than-merely competent, too.

As long as you are mailing it to the zone, go ahead and send a copy to Ford consumer affairs department. (Address should be in your owner’s manual)

::: Sigh::: it really is hard to get good people in the service drive sometimes.
I can say this in idiothead’s defense. I have met Giant Freakin Marine. If he was in my service drive, I might not be able to take my eyes off of him either. This is due to the fear that he might reach over and tear my arm off where it connects at the shoulder and start beating me over the head with it.
All I can say is that if you sent the average doper into a casino looking for a guy named Giant Freakin Marine, out of the 1,000 people there, they would know him the instant they saw him. (For those of you that haven’t met him Giant Freakin Marine is about 5’20" tall)

you are too kind and generous with your description sir. I am not 5’20" tall. No sir, not a bit over 5’19-1/2". next beers on me.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, as the case may be, <idiothead> has never encountered Giant Freakin Marine. The “gentleman” who told him to ask me about my car was a random stranger. Giant Freakin Marine was inside drooling over chrome dually rims or a GT-40 or something. But if it HAD been my beloved husband, and he told you to “ask her” wouldn’t you have asked me? Perhaps muttered “Sir,yes,sir right away sir” but at least have attempted to pretend to direct your attention to me?

Consumer affairs has heard about this. Thank you for reminding me to update them on the situation.

Speaking as a guy who is 4’ 19-1/2", it looked like 5’20" from down here. :eek:

MadPansy64 No excuses then, the guy was a grade A prime #1 idgit.
I had a female service writer one time. nice lady and fairly knowledgeable. Male customers would sometimes want to talk to a man, so she would page me. I would come up to the drive, we would both listen to his description of the problem. Then I would say, gee I’m not too sure, turn to her and say, Helen what do you think? She would respond with some answer, and I would agree that that was the best course of action, and apologize to her for not realizing that was the correct course of action to track down the problem.* At this point the customer looks like this :eek: .
I would then get back to the shop and go back to work.

*FTR, I knew how I would fault trace the problem, I just wanted to give the customer shit for dissing my service writer. :smiley:

I disagree. I would go in and talk to the service manager personally rather than write faceless letters. Why would you write a letter when you could speak face-to-face? You think they give a shit now about you after those rants?

My mom tells the story of how, back in 1950 or so, my dad had to go to the bank and tell the accounts manager that she was allowed and perfectly capable of handling the family bank account. That was half a century ago. How is it that these people get jobs in customer service nowadays?

I’m reminded of one of my favorite stories from TechTales (search for the story titled “A male feminist tech testifies . . .” and enjoy).