So yesterday I took my car in to the dealer because it wasn't starting:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=105&topic_id=7620633&mesg_id=7620633I told them to fix the starter and forget all the other shit.
Today I took the bus out to Goleta to pick it up.
I got there, gave them their damn $700, and waited for the girl to bring the car around.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Eventually I went to go see what the damn problem was, and basically she couldn't get it started. I tried to start it and I couldn't get it started either.
I sort of pitched a damn fit.
Finally this other dude came over and decided the battery was dead because those idiots had left the lights on. He tried to jump it three times, while I just sat there getting more and more pissed. Then told me they were going to completely recharge the battery, and to come back in two hours. The guy had a sense of humor; he offered me an iron bar so that I could beat on his car. I told him with a straight face that's what the 9-iron in the back of my car was for. :P
I spent two hours fucking around in Goleta.
Finally I went back to the dealership and they had charged the battery and the car was starting. I apologized PROFUSELY to the girl for being irritated when I knew it wasn't her fault, and she said it was okay. I didn't apologize to the other dude though. :P
But BOY was I mad. I think I might have even used the f-bomb.
SO irritating.