Geoff's day trumps mine.
I got a call Tuesday night with the message that my car was ready to be picked up. I was very happy about this news, because the urban assault vehicle was guzzling my money right into it's enormous gas tank.
I was prepared to go get my car, when I got a call from my soon to be roomies, Geoff and Ruban. They said they were planning to go see a matinee showing of Snakes on a Plane. Being that I was going to be getting on a plane the very next day, I figured it only fitting.
It was hillarious. Just the perfect amount of cheese to make it worth seeing. And if we hadn't seen that movie, the rest of the day would have probably made us kill someone. Instead, we were able to make lighthearted jokes about the ridiculous situation to follow. I showed this picture to Geoff and Ruban right after the movie, and it's a definate must see... I saw it at the video store the other day and it was just so dumb I had to take a picture of it.. We joked at how we have to rent it after seeing Snakes on a Plane...
After the movie, Geoff wanted to go to a McMenamin's. I told him I had to drop off the urban assault vehicle and pick up my car. Being that I'm directionally challenged, Ruban offered to go with me so he could direct me and we would meet up with Geoff after I got my car.
We arrived at Leif's and I waited. I had approved them to detail my car, since the Wesley hair was out of control and a little too much for any shop vac I had access to. I sat at the desk to sign my paperwork or whatever was needed and the guy says, "Now all we need to do is collect X number of dollars from you for the detail." The price he gave me was $45 more than the price I was quoted when I okayed the detail nearly two weeks before.
"I was told $45 less than that. I'm not prepared to pay that much more."
"Well let me see what I can do," he says.
Basically, what happened, is that Leif's contracts out their detail work. The detail place decided that detailing the inside of my car was a lot more work than originally estimated. They went ahead and did the work, and billed out, not even bothering to call Leif's or me to ask if it was OK to charge me $45 more. I told them this was not a way they needed to be doing business, and if they want to do a bunch of extra work for free, that's their problem, but I certainly wouldn't have authorized it, and since I didn't get the option, it's THEIR problem, not mine.
After about an hour, I finally got my way. I paid the original price I was quoted, and Ruban and I got into my fantastically clean car with a shiny new bumper that looked as though it had never been hit.....
I pulled my seat forward and set my mirrors, started my car and backed up two feet, when I noticed a light on my dashboard. It was the airbag warning light. Telling me that my airbag sensors were not hooked up properly. I did not even leave the parking lot. I got out of the car, walked back into the office, and told them of the problem. They himmed and hawwed about it, saying they couldn't have done it because they only worked on the BACK end of my car, etc.
I had to argue with them and explain that when I dropped the car off, that light was NOT on, and it is now, and I haven't even left the lot... again... NOT my problem.. FIX it. Another hour goes by before this issue is resolved!
In this time, Geoff had called us wondering what was taking so long, and when we told him the whole story, he said he needed to come pick up Ruban and take him home, and pick up his cat from the vet. So Geoff comes over to Leif's and after some discussion, Ruban decides to stay with me to ensure I actually get what I need done, being that (with the exception of my father) a lot of "car guys" tend to completely disregard anything that comes out of a woman's mouth in regards to cars and talk only to the human with testicles.
Geoff leaves, and we get the issue resolved and again we get back into my car and I take Ruban home. We're not in the house a full minute, when Ruban gets a call on his cell phone. His immediate response to me was, "Come on, get in the car, drive fast... I'll explain in the car." We get in the car and Ruban informs me that Geoff has been in a car accident and we're on our way to the scene.
I was prepared to go get my car, when I got a call from my soon to be roomies, Geoff and Ruban. They said they were planning to go see a matinee showing of Snakes on a Plane. Being that I was going to be getting on a plane the very next day, I figured it only fitting.It was hillarious. Just the perfect amount of cheese to make it worth seeing. And if we hadn't seen that movie, the rest of the day would have probably made us kill someone. Instead, we were able to make lighthearted jokes about the ridiculous situation to follow. I showed this picture to Geoff and Ruban right after the movie, and it's a definate must see... I saw it at the video store the other day and it was just so dumb I had to take a picture of it.. We joked at how we have to rent it after seeing Snakes on a Plane...
I give you....
After the movie, Geoff wanted to go to a McMenamin's. I told him I had to drop off the urban assault vehicle and pick up my car. Being that I'm directionally challenged, Ruban offered to go with me so he could direct me and we would meet up with Geoff after I got my car.
We arrived at Leif's and I waited. I had approved them to detail my car, since the Wesley hair was out of control and a little too much for any shop vac I had access to. I sat at the desk to sign my paperwork or whatever was needed and the guy says, "Now all we need to do is collect X number of dollars from you for the detail." The price he gave me was $45 more than the price I was quoted when I okayed the detail nearly two weeks before.
"I was told $45 less than that. I'm not prepared to pay that much more."
"Well let me see what I can do," he says.
Basically, what happened, is that Leif's contracts out their detail work. The detail place decided that detailing the inside of my car was a lot more work than originally estimated. They went ahead and did the work, and billed out, not even bothering to call Leif's or me to ask if it was OK to charge me $45 more. I told them this was not a way they needed to be doing business, and if they want to do a bunch of extra work for free, that's their problem, but I certainly wouldn't have authorized it, and since I didn't get the option, it's THEIR problem, not mine.
After about an hour, I finally got my way. I paid the original price I was quoted, and Ruban and I got into my fantastically clean car with a shiny new bumper that looked as though it had never been hit.....
I pulled my seat forward and set my mirrors, started my car and backed up two feet, when I noticed a light on my dashboard. It was the airbag warning light. Telling me that my airbag sensors were not hooked up properly. I did not even leave the parking lot. I got out of the car, walked back into the office, and told them of the problem. They himmed and hawwed about it, saying they couldn't have done it because they only worked on the BACK end of my car, etc.
I had to argue with them and explain that when I dropped the car off, that light was NOT on, and it is now, and I haven't even left the lot... again... NOT my problem.. FIX it. Another hour goes by before this issue is resolved!
In this time, Geoff had called us wondering what was taking so long, and when we told him the whole story, he said he needed to come pick up Ruban and take him home, and pick up his cat from the vet. So Geoff comes over to Leif's and after some discussion, Ruban decides to stay with me to ensure I actually get what I need done, being that (with the exception of my father) a lot of "car guys" tend to completely disregard anything that comes out of a woman's mouth in regards to cars and talk only to the human with testicles.
Geoff leaves, and we get the issue resolved and again we get back into my car and I take Ruban home. We're not in the house a full minute, when Ruban gets a call on his cell phone. His immediate response to me was, "Come on, get in the car, drive fast... I'll explain in the car." We get in the car and Ruban informs me that Geoff has been in a car accident and we're on our way to the scene.
We arrive, Geoff is fine, the other vehicle is nowhere to be seen, and the motorcycle cop informs us that the tow truck is on the way and he takes off.
Apparently, bean burritos are a bad thing to eat while driving. Another 2 hour fiasco of waiting ensued. Waiting for the tow truck, waiting for insurance to actually give Geoff the information he needed, waiting for a decision as to which repair shop to take the car, waiting to get checked in AT the repair shop....
And for some reason, right near my soon to be new residence, this sign struck me funny. I saw it as I was leaving, after dropping off the boys at (my soon to be) home. It's literally ON the street I will be living on.
posted by a_dog's_life at 9:01 PM
2 Comments:
Yeah, when I saw the sign in the photos you sent me, I thought it was "classic".
What a friggin' day.
The phrase of the day is: "Apparently, bean burritos are a bad thing to eat while driving."
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