Today I am just plum tuckered out after a knock down drag out fight with my mechanic, and making the subsequent dozens of calls to my insurance, the other guy's insurance, the new mechanic, claims adjustors, and of course, to my dad. While my father may live 800 miles away, having him in the automotive loop is good, and frankly, even at the age of 25.92, I still like knowing that if things get messy I can still send in the scary sounding dad to scare the crap out of someone who thinks they can take advantage of me. In the end, he's taught me so well that I seem to be able to take care of myself, and thoroughly scare the crap out of someone on my own if necessary.
I don't like to be mean, and it's probably not how the Dalai Lama would handle it if HE had hit a dump truck's drive shaft on the interstate. But you know what? No one ever thinks to take advantage of His Holiness. And certainly not auto mechanics. Now a cute wittle thing like me in a business skirt and heels stwanded by the side of the road? Can't get to her wittle desk job without her cute Korean car? awwwww. Don't worry, WE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.
Let's just get this out in the open, SON. When you try to charge me $150 for a diagnosis and to put MY OWN SPARE TIRE on my car without my authorization, and it took you two business days just to do THAT? You will not, ever, underestimate me, and you will not take advantage of me. And when you tell me that "nothing is leaking" on my car when I have three witnesses and a police report that indicate that it WAS leaking? You are no longer my mechanic, and yes, I will attempt to know my own business about my own car.
Oh, and sorry, someone spilled the beans about how the dump truck's company tried to pay you off and fix the minimal amount that was wrong with the car. Oops! How did a dumb bimbo like me EVER figure that out?
If anyone wants to know what company in my current hometown tried to screw me, I'd be happy to email it to you.