I seriously have the worst luck ever. Ever since I was driving, I have always taken my own car to get it serviced/oil changed/fix/etc. I don't need someone to hold my hand, and more importantly, I'm always either going somewhere or on my way home from somewhere. My dad always tried to help me out with my car, but I never really needed it... or so I thought.
Well, I was wrong. The first time I took my car to get an alignment, I picked it up at the end of the day, and my car was pulling the OTHER way. I immediately turned the car around and marched back in and told the people. They told me there was no way, and to take it home and have my daddy drive it.
This didn't sit well with me. I'm the one paying, I want you to take another look at my car. After fighting with this ignorant man for a few minutes, I finally got in my car and drove to my dad's work. He drove the car and COULDN'T believe how bad the alignment was. He drove it back to the store and they fixed it immediately. UGH!
Last year, I took my car in for a routine oil change and tire rotation. I did this at one of those quick change places on my lunch break. As I'm sitting in the little room waiting on my car, the techs are tearing apart my car without knowing how to put it back properly. I take the car when they say they are finished and it sounds like the tires are going to fall off. I go back and they ask me "Sweetie, was it making this noise before or after you brought it in?" I almost lost it. They rotated my tires, but in doing so, they knocked a shield of some sort into my tire, so it was rubbing.
Then, yesterday I dropped my car off to get the front end fixed (tie rods and control arms went bad) under warranty. As I'm driving home after picking my car up, I notice that it sounds like I'm dragging something under my car. I pull over on the side of the road and call my husband. He doesn't answer. I call my dad and ask him what the h*** I'm supposed to be looking for, cuz it sounds like my car is about to fall apart. After getting UNDER my car in a parking lot of the Big Lots, I decided to drive the rest of the way home. While I'm on my way though, I call the dealership and tell them I will be bringing my car back in tonight/tomorrow because something isn't right. He asks me if I'm sure this is a NEW sound? Are you kidding me? I'm not a moron. And plus, he drove my car around before and after... did he hear the sound? He couldn't have not heard it, as my neighbor's heard it from inside their house when I pulled in the driveway.
We proceed to have a friend who is a mechanic stop over on his way home from work and take a look. Come to find out, another shield of some sort wasn't correctly replaced and was rubbing against more metal, causing this horrible noise.
Last night, I did something I never thought I'd do...
I handed over my car responsibilities to my husband!
I guess you can't have boobs AND be treated like a human at an autoshop. UGH!