Going to the chapel and we're gonna get married
No, not me, but apparently everyone I know... people I didn't even know had boyfriends are getting married within the next year. Craziness! I do love a good wedding, though!
No update on the Pandamobile; the transmission shop has been awful about getting back to me. Jeremy is going to call them today and be like, "Look, you have my girlfriend's car and we want to know what you're doing to it, when it's going to be ready, and that it's not going to be --
(break, 25 minutes later)
Yeah, so Jeremy called and the guy is talking about electrical shorts and shit and it doesn't sound like they've actually done any work on my car in almost a week. I'm going down there because the only thing wrong with my car was that it wouldn't shift out and if they didn't know anything about electrical they should have said so and they should have never taken the job to do something involving an ELECTRICAL SENSOR. While Jerry played a small part in this by sending the car over without my go ahead, I don't blame him because he did what he thought was right by me. He really did think this guy was going to fix it. But now, he has engendered my wrath, and hell hath no fury...
SO.
The shop is on Summer (which I did not know, and had I known I would never have sent it there) and so I'm going to go up there in about half an hour and ask them to show me exactly what is wrong with my car and tell them that if they fucked my car up, they're paying for the dealership to fix it. And if they want me to get a lawyer, then I'm more than happy to get a lawyer.
Meg Smash.
No update on the Pandamobile; the transmission shop has been awful about getting back to me. Jeremy is going to call them today and be like, "Look, you have my girlfriend's car and we want to know what you're doing to it, when it's going to be ready, and that it's not going to be --
(break, 25 minutes later)
Yeah, so Jeremy called and the guy is talking about electrical shorts and shit and it doesn't sound like they've actually done any work on my car in almost a week. I'm going down there because the only thing wrong with my car was that it wouldn't shift out and if they didn't know anything about electrical they should have said so and they should have never taken the job to do something involving an ELECTRICAL SENSOR. While Jerry played a small part in this by sending the car over without my go ahead, I don't blame him because he did what he thought was right by me. He really did think this guy was going to fix it. But now, he has engendered my wrath, and hell hath no fury...
SO.
The shop is on Summer (which I did not know, and had I known I would never have sent it there) and so I'm going to go up there in about half an hour and ask them to show me exactly what is wrong with my car and tell them that if they fucked my car up, they're paying for the dealership to fix it. And if they want me to get a lawyer, then I'm more than happy to get a lawyer.
Meg Smash.