So I bought a new SUV in June, thinking "I've got a kid now, I guess I need a new car, like every other middle class white woman in my town." After months of research I picked the Hyundai Santa Fe. I thought I was getting lots of car for very little money.
What a piece of crap.
I've had it for three months and it's been in the shop 4 times.
That's not including the three times this week.
I looked down at my front drivers side tire and said, "I've got a nail in it. Crap." * BTW I'm censoring my thoughts, I didn't say crap, I never say crap.
Called around to find a place to pull out the nail and repair the tire. I picked Sears Auto. Spoiler alert: It was a mistake.
At 3:30 I drop my car off and say, "There's a nail in the tire, can you fix it?"
"Sure, you'll be out of here by 4:11"
I plop down in the waiting room and start writing.
At 4:30 they finally lift my car and look at the tire. You can do the math and figure out how long I was waiting.
4:35 a worker comes back, "Um, yeah, we can't fix it, we'll need to replace it."
"How long is that going to take?"
"not long." Apparently time runs differently in Sears then it does everywhere else.
4:45 I hear laughter.
Now I've been there for an hour and 15 minutes. I go out into the service area, but on my best Evil Teacher glare. I stand there for a minute before the workers notice me.
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, you can fix my car." AWE SNAP! "I've been here over an hour."
"Well, it takes an hour."
"No, it takes an hour after you start, you haven't started yet." Double SNAP.
I storm back to the waiting room.
4:50 Worker comes back, "We don't have the tire."
I'm driving Zoey to daycare and while at a stop sign and I hear a thump and the car jolts forward. "crap." I checked on Zoey to make sure she was OK. Did a body check on myself.
I get out and see a scratch and a dent on my bummer. I throw my arms up in the air and yell, "Oh come on!"
Then I turn around and see the crying High school kid who hit my car.
We exchange info and she's getting more upset with each passing minute. By the end, Mom mode kicks in and I ask her if she wants some biscotti I have in the car. Yeah like that's going to make her feel better.
I spend my morning dealing with that.
I still have a nail in my tire.
3:30 I go to Mr. Tire (I figure TIRE was in the name, if any place should be able to fix it, it's MR TIRE)
4:30 I get a call FROM MY HOUSE. Hubby says, "where are you? Mr. Tire called and said there was a problem with your car." I look around at the waiting room. "But I'm in Mr Tire." Sigh.
I go to the counter, "Hi, you called my house, and said there was a problem with my car."
"Yeah your valve is leaking. You need to take it to the dealer to fix."
I go outside and see the hubcap is missing on the REAR Driver's side tire. "My hubcap is missing."
"No its not, that's the spare."
"Yes but why is the spare tire on."
'because your valve is leaking."
"Yes, I get that but WHY IS THERE STILL A NAIL IN MY FRONT TIRE."
Mr. Tire guy. "Crap."
"Yeah." I say.
My oven blew up.
Fire shot out of the circuit board.
We unplug it and tried it again. It didn't work.
We went to Lowes and bought a new oven.
4:15 Dropping the car off at the dealer so they can work on it on Friday.
5:00 Leave the dealership. YEP 45 minutes to ask for an estimate to fix the bumper, to fix the tire and the valve.
So I'm waiting to hear how much this whole thing is going to cost me.
Crap on a stick.
At least The Office was awesome.