Do I have DUMB BLONDE tattooed on my forehead?!?
The answer is NO! OK so Friday (yes the day AFTER Thanksgiving) I went to get a new tire. You see the other day I noticed it was low and filled it up. By Friday morning it was low again, oh joy :P. So I took the tire off and saw it was REALLY REALLY worn. I put it back on and took off the other back tire (I figured if one is worn so is the other and I'll need two). Much to my surprise it looked almost brand new! So I call around in the small burb I live in to see who had my tire. My usual mechanic couldn't get it in until Tuesday (can't do that). NO PLACE had my freaking tire in stock!!!! Well except this one national tire chain place. Fine, whatever, I'll go there.
I tell the guy I need 1 tire and an alignment. The guy tells me it'll be an hour. Ok yay, whatever I have a book. TWO hours later I get my car back. I was so glad to leave bc the football game was about to start and I wanted to see it, plus I was STARVING!!! Well I am driving down the highway and I notice something funny...my steering wheel is CROOKED!!!!! Like not just slightly pulling to the left like it was before, it was off by about 20 degrees. WTF, it was NOT doing that when I brought it in!!! I was pissed! Well I was almost to this chicken place, so I got lunch and headed back to the idiots to get it fixed.
They see me walk in and are like "Uh oh". I tell them whats up in the calmest tone I could sum up. The guy says "Did Shawn or Duckie work on her car" I was like I dont give a flying F--K who did it, fix it. Well they decide it was Duckie. I almost DIED when he walked out. He had on 4 inch thick glasses and was cross eyed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok I am all about equal employment oppertunity but SERIOUSLY, he was doing an ALINGMENT, how can you align my wheels if you are cross eyed?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Well normally I am quite tight lipped but I couldn't bite my tongue. I was like, "No! No way, I want someone ELSE to fix it, sorry." I caused such a fuss they said "OKAY"
Another HOUR goes by (I missed most of the 1st half of the game :P) and Duckie comes and brings me my keys and apologizes. I was like, really, whatever. So I took off. It seemed to be fine, but I knew the true test would be the interstate.
Later that night I was booking it doing 60-65 MPH down the interstate, the car was jerking to the left (never did that before). It was only 7:30 and I knew they closed at 8:00. I called and went off. I was like "Um you might remember me...." And I went through ALL that happened earlier. They guy didn't know what to say but bring it back in the morning. I talked to my friends husband and he said this place is BAD NEWS. They Eff up cars all the time, I should never go there again (awesome, wish I woulda known that before).
FLASH FORWARD to Saturday at 7AM, they have no POWER! Can my luck get any better????????? Bring the car back finally :P, aw shucks duckie wasn't there. Well they fix it in like 20 min. YAY!!! After I know the car is ok. I caused a scene. I demanded a refund and promised to write an awful review. They said but I got a tire and an alignment. I said I will happily pay for the tire but there is NO WAY in hell I am paying for the alignment. They tried to argue, then I started talking about how I heard about their poor business practices when it comes to changing oil, fixing alignments, etc. Well since I was causing yet another scene in-front of other customers they gave me a refund to shut me up. HAHAHAHA :P And of course as I was leaving I said they lost a good customer and that I would make sure no one I knew came in there ever again, then I recommend the same to people staring at me as I left. Hey I can be a 'B' when I need to be!
So I am pretty sure they hate me, but I don't care. They effed up my lil car, you don't mess with me or my car.
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Monday, December 1, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Bad things happen in threes...right?!
How many lemons is life going to give me at once???
Seriously I sometimes wonder what life has in store for me. So Saturday was this party thing we all threw for a friend of ours. It was a big hit, lots of fun. Since we had to clean up afterwards my buzz was gone long before I had to drive home. Well around 1:30 AM my friend brought a group of us to our cars and low and behold my front driver side tire is completely flat, like rim is on the ground! Well since I am not too much of a girly girl, I got my spare out and started to change it. Meanwhile my girly girl friends are snapping pics of me in my cute lil' dress changing a tire at 1:30 in the morning. When I finally get my tire off I see why its so flat...the tread has come off on the inside...NICE. At least it happened while it was parked otherwise, that would have been a blow out on the Interstate...yikes. So I get everything done, tighten the bolts on my spare and put the Jack down...my spare is flat. I was like, guess I am sleeping over.
The next morning my friends husband took his air compressor to my car and filled my spare, he rocks like that!!! And it held air, a good sign. So I said my goodbye's and decided to take my car to Wal-mart to get a new tire. NO ONE had my tire in stock! I have a very normal little car with very normal little tires but not a Wal-mart or Sams in the city had my tire. So I headed home on my little doughnut.
Wait it gets better. Around 8-8:30PM I started to feel a little funny. It didn't take me long to realize I was going to be sick. As I was writhing in pain on my couch my friend texts me "anyone else sick?". I was like how the hell did she know. I barely finnished responding to her when I had to bolt to the bathroom and well, get sick. I felt like the exorcist, it was projectile, uncontrollable and PAINFUL! This continued ALL night long. It was awful!!! Around 3AM I actually grabbed my pillow and slept on the bathroom floor. I was DYING!!! I found out the next day that 1/2 the party was sick. We thought food poisoning but it took too long to hit AND people that ate the same things as us were not sick, so virus it is.
Well Monday morning I was supposed to go to court to fight a bogus speeding ticket (I was NOT speeding, I swear). I called to tell them my situation. The lady said "unless you have a Dr's note or a receipt from the ER you better get your butt over here." Freaking awesome. Well in my parish, traffic court it NOT organized, its first come first serve. I got there 20 min before my court time...there was a line wrapping around the building!!! I felt and looked like death. I finally get in the court room to talk to the DA and I kid you not, he started to go over my charge, stopped, pulled his glasses down and asked if I was OK. That tells you right there how sexy I looked. I pleaded with him and ended up only paying the court fee...YAY! He said to sit down and wait for the receipt, I asked if I could go to the restroom and he said sure. I bolted and well, take a guess what happened.
Mind you I still am driving on my stupid little spare. I called Goodyear near my house and they actually had my tires in stock, if I could have celebrated without vomiting I would have. The problem...I didn't have an appointment...which meant it could take ALL day before they get to it. There was no way I could sit there all day. I would have passed out. So I call my poor mom to tell her the situation. She drove all the way out to my house to pick me up from the mechanic. I still had to sit there a while to wait for her and at least 3 people came in the waiting room to see if I was OK.
All in all everything turned out OK. My stomach illness only lasted a couple days, I got out of the speeding ticket and I got my new tires. BUT I went through hell and back to get it all done. I just hope those were my three's because I am worn out and poor.
Seriously I sometimes wonder what life has in store for me. So Saturday was this party thing we all threw for a friend of ours. It was a big hit, lots of fun. Since we had to clean up afterwards my buzz was gone long before I had to drive home. Well around 1:30 AM my friend brought a group of us to our cars and low and behold my front driver side tire is completely flat, like rim is on the ground! Well since I am not too much of a girly girl, I got my spare out and started to change it. Meanwhile my girly girl friends are snapping pics of me in my cute lil' dress changing a tire at 1:30 in the morning. When I finally get my tire off I see why its so flat...the tread has come off on the inside...NICE. At least it happened while it was parked otherwise, that would have been a blow out on the Interstate...yikes. So I get everything done, tighten the bolts on my spare and put the Jack down...my spare is flat. I was like, guess I am sleeping over.
The next morning my friends husband took his air compressor to my car and filled my spare, he rocks like that!!! And it held air, a good sign. So I said my goodbye's and decided to take my car to Wal-mart to get a new tire. NO ONE had my tire in stock! I have a very normal little car with very normal little tires but not a Wal-mart or Sams in the city had my tire. So I headed home on my little doughnut.
Wait it gets better. Around 8-8:30PM I started to feel a little funny. It didn't take me long to realize I was going to be sick. As I was writhing in pain on my couch my friend texts me "anyone else sick?". I was like how the hell did she know. I barely finnished responding to her when I had to bolt to the bathroom and well, get sick. I felt like the exorcist, it was projectile, uncontrollable and PAINFUL! This continued ALL night long. It was awful!!! Around 3AM I actually grabbed my pillow and slept on the bathroom floor. I was DYING!!! I found out the next day that 1/2 the party was sick. We thought food poisoning but it took too long to hit AND people that ate the same things as us were not sick, so virus it is.
Well Monday morning I was supposed to go to court to fight a bogus speeding ticket (I was NOT speeding, I swear). I called to tell them my situation. The lady said "unless you have a Dr's note or a receipt from the ER you better get your butt over here." Freaking awesome. Well in my parish, traffic court it NOT organized, its first come first serve. I got there 20 min before my court time...there was a line wrapping around the building!!! I felt and looked like death. I finally get in the court room to talk to the DA and I kid you not, he started to go over my charge, stopped, pulled his glasses down and asked if I was OK. That tells you right there how sexy I looked. I pleaded with him and ended up only paying the court fee...YAY! He said to sit down and wait for the receipt, I asked if I could go to the restroom and he said sure. I bolted and well, take a guess what happened.
Mind you I still am driving on my stupid little spare. I called Goodyear near my house and they actually had my tires in stock, if I could have celebrated without vomiting I would have. The problem...I didn't have an appointment...which meant it could take ALL day before they get to it. There was no way I could sit there all day. I would have passed out. So I call my poor mom to tell her the situation. She drove all the way out to my house to pick me up from the mechanic. I still had to sit there a while to wait for her and at least 3 people came in the waiting room to see if I was OK.
All in all everything turned out OK. My stomach illness only lasted a couple days, I got out of the speeding ticket and I got my new tires. BUT I went through hell and back to get it all done. I just hope those were my three's because I am worn out and poor.
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