stupid carness
My car is being a vagina right now and I'm pretty much nervous to drive it b/c I'm afraid my tires are just going to pop off or something. I'm really fucking frustrated. So I call the dealership where I got it b/c I want to do it there so I can be like "Uh... I think you may have sold me a crap car. How does the tie rod get busted after owning it for a year? It's not like I go off-roading with my 4-door sedan... or do I?". The conversation goes as follows:
Lady: Hello. How may I direct your call?
Me: Service please.
Lady: Ford or Mazda?
Me: Dodge actually.
Lady: Ok. Hold a moment... is that a car?
Me: Uh... yeah...
What else would it fucking be? A horse?? You work at a car place and don't know what a Dodge is? Wow... just wow...
I don't even plan on owning this car for another year. If this turns into a money pit, I'll be pissed.
Lady: Hello. How may I direct your call?
Me: Service please.
Lady: Ford or Mazda?
Me: Dodge actually.
Lady: Ok. Hold a moment... is that a car?
Me: Uh... yeah...
What else would it fucking be? A horse?? You work at a car place and don't know what a Dodge is? Wow... just wow...
I don't even plan on owning this car for another year. If this turns into a money pit, I'll be pissed.