That’s it. I’m selling my piece of shit car, and that’s final. Volkswagen has screwed me for the very last time. I realize that the 99 Jettas have significant problems with them. In fact, so many parts on my car have been recalled that I’m kind of suprised that they haven’t just recalled the whole damn car and given me a new one. Apart from the recalls, I’ve had to pay out of pocket for almost as much as the car is worth, and, goddamnit, I’m not going to do it anymore!
Today I took my car in. It was in the shop two weeks ago for a problem covered under recall, but it broke down again Thursday. So, anyway, I took it in. Since the problem I was having wasn’t covered under recall, I had to pay $109 for a diagnostic, and the dealer refused to cover a rental car. It pissed me off, but I caved - the problem with my car was that the air conditioner was busted, so I was more than happy to pay $25 for a vehicle that actually had AC, and I was expecting to be shafted for the diagnostic. So, I’m almost to my husband’s work to pick him up (his car died last week - when it rains it pours), when all of sudden, I realize - I’ve forgotten my house keys. They’re back and the VW dealer in my car. Dammit! So I pick my husband up, we drive back to get the keys, I wait in line for 30 minutes with a bunch of other irate VW customers. Finally, the guy gets to me and says, “Oh, Mrs. Overly, I was wanting to talk to you in person about this…” Oh, shit, I’m thinking. What is it? How much will it be - $500, $600?? I just started my own business, I don’t have a lot of money - in fact, I just broke even for the first time last month. And my husband needs a new car, too. Shit. But, no, it’s actually worse than I thought it could be. The repairs will cost me at least $1,400 in parts, NOT including labor, which will probably cost me about the same, bringing my grand total to about $2,800.
So, I say, Okay. Bring me a sales guy. I ask the sales guy, “How much is this piece of junk worth? I’d like to sell it to you now and leave it here.” The guy tries to get me to trade in my car for another fucking Volkswagen!!! I laugh, yell “WHAT?!? I’m never buying one of these cars again - they’re awful, the most horrible car I’ve ever owned. There is absolutely no way in the world I would EVER purchase one of these pieces of crap from that company ever ever ever,” at the top of my lungs. One of the irate VW customers snorts and mutters, “No kidding.” The sales person glares at me and says that he’s sorry I feel that way, but wouldn’t I like to see the new VWs. I say, no, I would not, in fact, I’d like to leave and pick this car up tomorrow so I can sell it to another dealer who won’t try to sell me another car of the same brand that I hate. I hand him the car keys back, tell him I’ll be back in the morning to pick up my car and leave. I now have an appointment with another dealer tomorrow. Fucking Jetta. I hate you, Volkswagen. I’m buying a used Toyota, and so is my husband.
As a side note, to make matters worse, when I was paying for my rental car at Enterprise, the guy asked for my credit card, of course. I gave it to him, and he asked to see my driver’s license because it didn’t match the name on the card. “Of course it does,” I say smiling (I get this a lot because since I married my name is so long my whole name no longer fits on the same line on my driver’s license). I hand the license over, pointing out that the name is really long, and, nope it turns out that the name really doesn’t match the one on my license because it’s not my credit card. A friend and I accidentally grabbed each other’s credit card when we went to dinner Saturday night.
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