Oh, I forgot: On Monday, I went past the VW mechanic on the way to Uni in Ma's car. On Friday, I called and asked for a QUOTE on fixing the brakes...basically I wanted them to just identify what was wrong with them and estimate how to fix it. (And I expected a charge for the time taken to identify the problem, obviously...ain't no such thing as a free lunch.)
I get there on Monday to pay for the repairs, to organise picking her up, and to arrange to book her in for the brakes in a few weeks so I can save up for them. I get there and ask to pay for the engine issues and to book the brakes, whereupon I am told that the brakes have already been repaired.
Fucking grrr. QUOTE does not equal FIX.
If they weren't the only bearable VW place this side of the city, I'd go elsewhere. Fuckers! Fucking fucked fuckers. Grrr. I'm gonna bite someone's head off over this, for sure.
Fortunately Ma's giving me the cost of the brakes. She has her nice moments. Lately, with the exception of wrecking my plans with
battle_maiden the other weekend, she's been pretty nice. I give her a lot of shit on here, and tend only to talk about her when she's being nasty, so I guess I owe some nice stuff from time to time. She's a pretty good Mum most of the time... (I know you'll disagree,
battle_maiden, but keep in mind I really only talk about stuff to anybody when it's really bad...)