I’ve given up on getting any straight answers from them. I asked, and they told me more than once that they aren’t able to look up titles in states other than Florida, which I find hard to believe. I told them I find that hard to believe a number of times but all I get back is homina homina homina.
I just spent less than 5 minutes on Google and found several firms and government agencies that would be glad to help them (or you) with this little problem of theirs. I don’t think they’re trying very hard.
What a pain about the paperwork. That dealership seems a little hinky to me. Hope it all works out.
Sweet ride, though! Gosh, what a beautiful car! The black interior sounds snazzy, but too bad it isn’t a nice Bob’s Fur brown. 
I’m still in Florida and I’m going nuts! I’m stuck until my title shows up which, if my tracking skills are up to snuff, means I’m probably here until at least next Friday.
I am waaaay overstaying my welcome. I’ve already had two arguments with my mother that ended up in tears (mine, not hers). They are constantly trying to think of things to entertain me and it’s starting to wear thin - more for them than for me. There’s nothing really to do but watch the TeeVee, go to the dog park and go to the “squares” which is basically shitty cover bands and line dancing. Not that it’s all been bad. We wandered around a car show and drooled over a ton of 70’smuscle cars and last night we went out to an outdoor music thing under the trees. Cover band, but interesting - just piano and vocals doing classics. I couldn’t believe they actually pulled off “Bohemian Rhapsody.”
I took a trip up to Ocala to go to Guitar Center just so I could play a little. I was tempted to buy a new acoustic, but I don’t know how much I want to lug that around right now. That and I ran out of weed about five days ago.
Right now I think I’m going with my dad to his hair place to have five years worth of hair chopped off my head - I’m getting sick of washing it. I’ll try to get some before/after pictures if I go through with it.
Here’s Bob at the outdoor music thing last night:
He’s a very good boy.
I hope the title mess gets cleared up soon.
Title arrived in the mail today. Hallelujah!
Yeehah!
Where to next? – oh, I guess to the dealer?
I’d make a copy of your copy before handing it to them. And if you haven’t already, I’d make sure your replacement car actually is registered, by checking at the motor vehicle office. You really don’t want to be pulled over three states away for something minor and find yourself getting arrested for driving an unregistered and possibly stolen car; and I think something is awfully weird and very likely shady at that car dealer.
Yay!!
Go Bob on his adventures! Now that the legals are sorted. He looks like such a great pupper.
Greenway Dodge in Orland, Florida. Don’t buy a car from them unless you have a week or so to kill tracking down titles and asking for front plate brackets and shit like that.
It almost blew up again today. First of all, every time I’ve gone down there (there should have only been the ONE time I went down there), they’ve said, “well if we knew you were coming we could have had something prepared.” So I called. Three times. Went to dead voicemails and I got hung up on three times. So I sent an email to the finance guy and the two salesman on the paperwork. Never got a response. We went down anyway. I asked to speak to the finance guy, let’s call him Zack, because that’s his name. They told me to go down and wait in his little glassed in office area, which I did for about ten minutes before I started to get pissed. I went back to the reception area and told the woman that I needed to speak to either Zack, or Jared or Bryan (the two salesmen). At that point some other guy started escorting me back to the finance guy’s office when I noticed Zack standing behind some service desk, leaning against the wall doing nothing.
I said to the guy, “isn’t that Zack right there?”
“Oh, I’m not sure if he’s available.”
I blew up, “Are you kidding me? He’s leaning up against the wall doing nothing!”
That’s when my hero Ramon showed up. He is the head-cheese finance guy - the guy who actually wrote up the original paperwork. He was familiar with the situation. He was friendly and professional and inside of about 15 minutes I had the title for the Challenger and temp plates to put on. They had also “forgot” to overnight the plate bracket to me, so Ramon got that squared away for me too. I still need to head back to Maine to register it proper, but I knew I was going to have to do that anyway. I do have other shit I need to take care of up there before I head west.
Oh, this was a good one too. Ramon was trying to find the sales guys to do something about the bracket and he came back and said, “well Jared isn’t working today, and Bryan got fired last week.” I started laughing out loud right in the middle of the place. What a friggin’ joke that place is.
So, Ramon, if you run across this, go work somewhere else. You’re a rock star and you work with idiots.
Um, I hope.
But if he did the original paperwork, and he was competent, and he was honest: how come you didn’t get the title and the correct plates in the first place?
I’m not at all sure he isn’t just the smooth talker they pull out when it’s clear that somebody’s going to determinedly make a big enough fuss someplace where other potential customers might hear it.
Nope. Not the way it went down. Ramon is the real deal. I should have been dealing with him from the get go, but that wasn’t my call.
By the way … not for nothing, not that I don’t appreciate input, but you’ve been the one constantly negative poster in this thread. Everything about Mort was bad news to you. Everything about Bob was bad news for Mort to you. Everything about my car is bad news to you.
Step out into some sunshine and lighten up.
– huh?
Pretty sure I’ve also made a batch of positive posts in this thread, about both Bob and Mort if not about the car dealer.
But I’ll stop bugging you about it.
I’m sorry. I don’t mean to by hyper-critical, but I’m just had a long hard month dealing with a lot of stress and I’ve had my fair share of Johnny Rainclouds getting in my way and triggering me (not you, external), so when I come with a post about how I think I have everything solved now, or Mort might have turned a corner, or I think Bob is behaving a certain way, the last thing I need is a bunch of, “yeah buts.”
I didn’t mean to insult you, but everything I am is simmering right on the surface and I’m doing my best to keep things on an even keel.
I spent the better part of 50 years being a very negative person and I’m stretching out trying to by positive - and I fail half the time.
Today is the day. I’m off to “The Senoritas” - my dad’s hair people. It’s been about five years since I’ve had a haircut. I’m going to ask for “short, but not really short; I want to look like I still need a haircut.”
So, here is the before:
The deed is done. It ended up shorter than I intended. I asked for “shorter” and she cut about two inches off the ends and left me with a pageboy. “A little shorter, out of my eyes, maybe layered somehow, I don’t know.”
This is what I got. It’ll grow back. I told dad I’m not getting another haircut until I’m 60. That I’m gonna get a new tattoo to make up for the loss of cool.
Still hot!
Wow! It was long! Zyada’s right. It looks good.
looks good. and it looks like lovely weather down there.