I have been having a LOT of car troubles lately. In fact not only have my car troubles caused inconvenience for me, but also for my mom as I have had to borrow HER car for the better part of a week.
Anyway, to make a very long and boring story short, today was FINALLY the day that I was told my car was ready and I could come pick it up.
I went to the dealership and the gentleman (ha!) told me the cost was $489.
I told him “no way” and explained that I was absolutely NOT going to pay that amount. He got testy with me and just kept getting himself deeper and deeper on what I call my 'Don’t Fuck With Me, You Raging Idiot' list.
The general manager of service came out and asked what was going on. Luckily I had my sunglasses on which always give me the confidence of a rock star and I said to the manager, after his douche bag employee rambled on, “Sir, it is like your employee is trying to say something to me, but all I see are his lips moving but not a whole lot of truth is being said.” (I don’t even know if that makes sense, but I went with it.) I even threw in “I like to be proven wrong. Please do everything you can to prove me wrong, but it will be you guys in the end that will be wrong, I guarantee it.” (I was on a roll, and just could not stop myself.)
At one point I even told the original douche (now there were THREE ganging up on me) “Sir, do not look at me, please look anywhere but in MY direction. I have no respect for you after you have treated me so poorly and I would prefer if you did not even breath in my direction.”
Bottom line is this… I got my $498. charge reduced to $150. I still think that I should not have paid a dime, but after the manager escorted me to my car to look for my extended warranty and made a copy of it, I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could with any dignity intact.
Wanna know why???
It is because when the manager handed back my packet of papers that he had photocopied, right there on the top was a bill that said 'psychotherapy treatment for the month of June $600.'
I have always been terrible when it comes to organization, and I remembered the day that the therapist handed me the bill I thought “I will just stick it in my glove compartment… who the hell will ever see it?”
Well, the fucking manager of Toyota North in Westchester County saw it, and I have NO doubt that he made copies and circulated it to all the other dick heads that dealt with me today.
Now I need to get a new car. I can never, EVER show my face in there again.
You understand, right??!?!