Is what the car dealership that sold us our SUV deserves. I won’t even go into full detail because it’s totally fucking ridiculous, and the car should have been fixed BEFORE we drove it off the damn lot- but it’s now in the shop for the 3rd time in two weeks.
It would have been TWO times, had they not made us drive to the mitsubishi dealership for THEM to fix, and then when mitsubishi diagnosed the problem they say “oh! nevermind! don’t fix it! get them to bring it back here!! we can do it for cheaper!”
and most likely shittier work as well, since they obviously didn’t fix it the fucking first time.
SO we spent all day today being the dealership’s bitch for nothing. And we are now in possession of our THIRD rental car.. which STILL isn’t an SUV, and we STILL have to pay $5 a day for the damn thing.. when I don’t think we should have to pay a fucking cent.
I swear to God if this thing breaks again for the same reason (or ANY reason really) i’m going to burn the place down. You can’t sell someone a car, promise them it will be in perfect working condition (and sign paperwork that states that fact) and then have it stalling out and breaking down constantly. I’ll sue. I’ll raise hell. I’ll make sure they lose SO much business that they’re gonna wish they never sold that thing to me in the first place.
I didn’t trade in my PERFECT Lancer for an older SUV with more miles on it, just for it to be a peice of shit lemon. Ohhhhhhh no. You aren’t gonna fuck with me like that.
Especially not after making my pregnant ass run back and forth between two cities in the heat, with a toddler, to two different rental car places, waiting, and waiting, and being jerked around until I felt like my uterus was going to fall out.
UH-UH. Heads will roll!!!!!!!
The ONLY, and I mean ONLY positive thing that came out of today was driving by Hardees to see that they FINALLY brought back the Peach Milkshake- the greatest fucking invention since sliced bread. OMFG GOOD!
When you’re pregnant and irritable, it’s the little (and fattening) things that really matter.
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Every. Single. Time. pic.twitter.com/aAAWWjdrN3
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Hard pass from me pic.twitter.com/VayvW1eopK