The pre-surgery vehicle inspection on which he wanted me to sign off was so cute. You know, where they have to note dings and dents so people don't try to hoodoo them and get preexisting conditions corrected on their dime. He had done so industriously.
"Dude, it's over a dozen years old and has, like, almost 200,000 miles on it. It's been hit everyplace but the ashtray; if it'd give you a giggle to put another little dimple in the fender, knock yourself out."
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The fact it HAS an ashtray is a indication of its age itself.
If you ever have them work on a vehicle that you care more about, make sure you do get that report and read it carefully and sign it before they start any work.
Local guy here pulled one over on my wife and gave her the report AFTER he worked on the truck and caused damage that wasn't there. Never even had my wife sign it, but magically that damage appeared on the report so they are trying to get out of fixing the damage.
Yeah, the last auto shop I went also put mystery lumps on my car. In the process of deciding they didn't have the needed glass and couldn't do the job!
I picked up my car after a local shop here replaced my side window (broken by a theif while I was in the movies). Noticed that they didn't even clean the broken glass out of the inside of the door so I had to stand around waiting while they disassembled the door again and did the job properly.
I had good luck with Safelite back when we had that ice storm a year or so ago. Had to take it to them to get it done, but they didn't hurt the car so far as I could tell, and they did it the same day the windshield broke. I got the glass for the ES instead of the SE, but other than that who cared. Especially since I traded the car (2002 Intrepid) not long after that for $3K.
A younger me with an ancient pickup locked meself out of the truck one day in the big town. I called the local PD - who did such things back then - to come with a slimjim and get me in. The nice lady officer arrived shortly, expertly popped the door, and I asked if I had to show some i.d. or anything? "Nah," she grinned. "Must be yours. Nobody would want to steal that truck."
THAT'S the kind of vehicle you want to drive if driving a really nice one makes you nervous. And if driving a really nice rig makes you nervous, I don't want to be around you.
When my mechanic finished replacing a broken doohicky in my steering column, I noticed something was missing. Surely he'd left something off when he reinstalled the instrument panel. Then it hit me-- the dirt was missing! I could see my instruments!
Most of my life I drove cars that, should they ever have been stolen, my attitude was that if you're dumb enough to steal my car, you deserve it. -- Lyle.
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