or Getting My Car Inspected at Pep Boys
I was planning on putting this in the Pit but looked it over after writing it and realized there are no bad words, and not really all that much vitriol, other than general outrage at the cost of car repairs, so meh…
So it’s that time again (yes, Virginia, I’m lucky enough to have my auto inspection due the same month as my taxes. Yay!) and, proving that I am Teh Samrt, I decide to go to Pep Boys to get it done even after having gone through waiting room hell last year with them on this same operation.
I stop off beforehand to get blood drawn for testing at doctor’s orders, so I’m already in a wonderful mood before I even get there. Drop the car off, trek over to Barnes & Noble in the same shopping center and browse a while. I come late to the party and get Al Franken’s Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them finally, then walk over to Old Country Buffet (in the same shopping center) to grab breakfast (it’s about 10ish at this point). So, point to the paragraph of exposition, I’m gone for about an hour and a half.
I return to Pep Boys and take up my position in the waiting room. At this point, they’ve taken my car back to the bay, so I know it’s at least in line for attention. Let me fast forward for everyone watching at home…
3 hours later (at which point my car has been in Pep Boys’ possession for 4 1/2 hours), I’m starting to get impatient. It is 1:30 PM. I begin the “get up every 15 minutes to look through the little window and go smoke” phase of waiting room hell.
Another 45 minutes later, I go to ask when the car will be done. Oh! There’s the itemized work order on the desk! Seems they’ve been done for at least 30 minutes, but the clerk who took my information (who was still on duty and could clearly see me over the 3-foot waiting room “wall”) apparently didn’t recognize me as the man who brought in that car, so they’d called the house. :smack:
My emissions inspection passed, but they have some things they need to fix before they can pass the safety inspection. “What things?” I ask. I figure I have $300 in the bank, with possibly another $300 on deck if I need it from supervenusfreak, so I’m not too worried about it.
“You need a new tire, new rear brake lining, and a new manifold gasket, as well as a couple of lamps replaced. It’s gonna cost you $930.”
:eek:
I told them to put everything back on. There’s no way I’m paying $930 to Pep Boys without getting a second opinion. I’m visiting my mom in Altoona next weekend and I’m making an appointment to get it inspected again up there. I’d rather pay an extra $25 for a new inspection and the possibility that Pep Boys is dunning me for things that aren’t bad enough to need fixed for passing than $930 just on the say-so of one mechanic…