Ever have one of those days where you feel like you’re walking around with a big “kick me” sign on your back? Or maybe “sucker” tattooed on your forehead?
Thursday I take my car in to the quickie oil change shop I’ve been using for years. They discover that the last time they changed my oil, they also removed the air filter and neglected to replace it. Manager has gone for the day, and no one there claims to be authorised to do anything about it.
Friday morning I go back with the receipt from the previous visit showing I paid for an air filter that I never received. I get the run around from the manager, who eventually has me fill out a “claims” form. Needless to say, I will no longer be doing business there.
Friday evening the starter died on my car. It was less than a year old, installed by Pep Boys. I’m not a big fan of their service department, but I didn’t want to be stuck without my car over the entire three day weekend – and the starter was still under warranty. So I spent all day there on Saturday waiting for them to fix it.
Later on I noticed a small exhaust leak, and also the check engine light was on. So this morning I took the car in to my regular shop, a more reputable establishment. Turns out the Pep Boys guy stripped the studs (bolts?) when removing the manifold. This will take 3-5 days and a lot of bucks to fix, and then I’ll probably have to fight with PB to get them to reimburse me for their screwup.
Meanwhile… At the beginning of April I paid over $4500 for a new health insurance policy. After several calls to the agent I finally received a policy in the mail today – for some cheapo life insurance! Got ahold of the agent late in the day, who insists I am covered on the health insurance, and he’ll straighten things out. But the way things have been going lately I’ll believe it when I see it, and it better be soon.