So, as you may or may not know, I am a teacher. This time of year, my schedule is: wake up at 5-something am (0500), leave for work at 6 am (0600), leave work at 7 pm (1900), get home at 8pm (2000), usually taking home work to do. Makes running errands very tough. The hour commute each way makes it tougher, but, honestly, 12-14 hour days are always the norm in September.
So, here's the story:
Wednesday, I called a place at about 5ish.
Me: (After explaining what I want done.) I know you close at 7:00, so if I made it in 20 minutes, could it get done?
Guy on the phone (didn't give name): Definitely. We're not busy, so you should swing by.
Me: Ok, see you in 20.
So I go out to my car and discover the only insurance card I have is expired, which is no good (in Texas, you can't get the inspection done without one), so I downloaded the insurance app on my phone and thought, "Problem solved!" On the way there, I also realized, given the place is an hour from mine, they're in 2 different counties, so an inspection may not be legal.
I got there and talked to the cashier:
Me: I live in <my county>. Is that going to be a problem?
Him: No, this is located in that county too.
Me: I said <my county>. (Thinking that he misheard me.)
Him: Yep. <My county> (This is a blatant lie. I wonder what's he's pulling over the state's eyes)
Me: Ok, well, I also don't have the paper copy of my insurance card, but I have it on my phone, will that work?
Him: No, but you can fax it to us.
Me: Ok, I'll look at the app and see if that's an option.
Him: Well, we won't get the fax until tomorrow so you'll have to come back. (Um...aren't faxes sent/received right away? Why not until tomorrow?)
Me: Ok, it seems like an inspection isn't an option. Can you just give me an oil change?
Him: No, we're booked.
Me: I called ahead so I wouldn't waste my time and was told you could definitely fit me in.
Him: Well, you didn't talk to me.
Me: Whoever I talked to said it wouldn't be problem and since there's only 1 person in the waiting room, I'm thinking there wasn't a bunch of cars brought in the last 20 minutes. Why would y'all say that I could get 2 things done if you can't even do 1 before closing?
Him: Wasn't me who said it.
Me: Ok, then, bye.
Him: Well, are you coming back tomorrow?
Me: No. I had to leave a ton of work to do in order to get here early, hence why I called ahead just so I wouldn't waste time. That work still needs to get done. So now I'm going to have to work late, late tomorrow to get it all done. Had you been honest with me from the start, I would've made an appointment and come to see you. Now I don't want to give you my money.
Between Wednesday and Saturday, I printed my insurance card since on the phone app doesn't work, apparently.
Today, I was finally able to get the work done. The place opens at 10, and I showed up right as they were opening the doors.
Me: I need an oil change and inspection. How long will that take?
Him: About 2 hours.
Me: (Holding a heavy giant bag full of about 2 hours worth of work) Ok, I'll wait here. (Hands him keys and current insurance card. He used the insurance card to fill out the paperwork on my car.)
2 hours pass and I finished all my work I brought. I look out to see my car isn't where I parked it, so I assumed it was being worked on. Even though I have about 10-14 hours worth of work at home (I'm kinda procrastinating right now...really, I just need to vent so I can unclog my mind), I can't do anything but sit there and do nothing. An hour passes and the guy comes out.
Him: Well, everything looks good except you're missing some clamps on your air filter and your tires are getting pretty bald. Here's the quote for that.
Me: Well, the air filter was replaced about 2 months ago, so I'll call that place up and tell them they took my clamps. Let me know about the price of the tires and I'll let you know on those.
Him: Ok. (Gets me quote and leaves)
About 30 minutes later---
Him: Well, we can't do your inspection because your insurance is expired. (Hands me the one I found in my glovebox on Wednesday and threw in the trash compartment of my car)
Me: I handed you a new inspection card this morning.
Him: Well, we don't have it. I didn't see it.
Me: it's right there in your hand. I can see it.
Him: Oh, there it is. I don't know why he said you didn't have one. We'll start that now. It'll only be 15 minutes.
Ok, at this point the "2 hours" has turned into 3.5. I'm getting annoyed.
I keep trying to ask someone to help, but they only come out when there's someone new walking in the door and they leave as soon as they've been helped. Those of us standing there, waiting, get ignored.
Finally, I get acknowledged. At this point it's 4 hours in.
Me: Is my car done?
Him: What car is it?
Me: <color, year, make, and model of my car>
Him: Ok, let me look for it.
About 5 minutes pass and he comes back up.
Him: Did you say blue or red?
Me: Blue.
Him: Ok.
About 5 minutes pass again and he comes back up.
Him: Well, I found your keys, but I don't know where they put your car, let me see where he parked it.
Me: You lost my car?
Him: Well, it's around here somewhere.
THEY LOST MY CAR!
So, about 5 minutes later, he comes out, "She's all done. They were finishing up the inspection."
I'm calling B.S. on that. If they were doing the inspection, they'd know where it was. Fact is, they had finished it, parked it somewhere, but didn't bother to tell me. At least, that's what I'm assuming.
And they parked her in a handicap spot. I saw red. Wanna see me get irate? Hurt those who need help the most.
The original guy: Hey, call me when you want me to order those tires.
Me: No. (walked out)
I went nearby to Discount Tire to get my tires. Same price but much, much, much better service. I love them. The guys even kept my seat where I have it at so I wouldn't have to adjust it again. I'm 5'2" (about 157-158 cm) so you know that couldn't be comfortable for them.
And before the comments start, yes, I know you can do an oil change at home. Well, I can't because I would get fined by the complex, but in theory. But I can't get an inspection done on my own, so I figured killing 2 birds with 1 stone would be better.
So, here's the story:
Wednesday, I called a place at about 5ish.
Me: (After explaining what I want done.) I know you close at 7:00, so if I made it in 20 minutes, could it get done?
Guy on the phone (didn't give name): Definitely. We're not busy, so you should swing by.
Me: Ok, see you in 20.
So I go out to my car and discover the only insurance card I have is expired, which is no good (in Texas, you can't get the inspection done without one), so I downloaded the insurance app on my phone and thought, "Problem solved!" On the way there, I also realized, given the place is an hour from mine, they're in 2 different counties, so an inspection may not be legal.
I got there and talked to the cashier:
Me: I live in <my county>. Is that going to be a problem?
Him: No, this is located in that county too.
Me: I said <my county>. (Thinking that he misheard me.)
Him: Yep. <My county> (This is a blatant lie. I wonder what's he's pulling over the state's eyes)
Me: Ok, well, I also don't have the paper copy of my insurance card, but I have it on my phone, will that work?
Him: No, but you can fax it to us.
Me: Ok, I'll look at the app and see if that's an option.
Him: Well, we won't get the fax until tomorrow so you'll have to come back. (Um...aren't faxes sent/received right away? Why not until tomorrow?)
Me: Ok, it seems like an inspection isn't an option. Can you just give me an oil change?
Him: No, we're booked.
Me: I called ahead so I wouldn't waste my time and was told you could definitely fit me in.
Him: Well, you didn't talk to me.
Me: Whoever I talked to said it wouldn't be problem and since there's only 1 person in the waiting room, I'm thinking there wasn't a bunch of cars brought in the last 20 minutes. Why would y'all say that I could get 2 things done if you can't even do 1 before closing?
Him: Wasn't me who said it.
Me: Ok, then, bye.
Him: Well, are you coming back tomorrow?
Me: No. I had to leave a ton of work to do in order to get here early, hence why I called ahead just so I wouldn't waste time. That work still needs to get done. So now I'm going to have to work late, late tomorrow to get it all done. Had you been honest with me from the start, I would've made an appointment and come to see you. Now I don't want to give you my money.
Between Wednesday and Saturday, I printed my insurance card since on the phone app doesn't work, apparently.
Today, I was finally able to get the work done. The place opens at 10, and I showed up right as they were opening the doors.
Me: I need an oil change and inspection. How long will that take?
Him: About 2 hours.
Me: (Holding a heavy giant bag full of about 2 hours worth of work) Ok, I'll wait here. (Hands him keys and current insurance card. He used the insurance card to fill out the paperwork on my car.)
2 hours pass and I finished all my work I brought. I look out to see my car isn't where I parked it, so I assumed it was being worked on. Even though I have about 10-14 hours worth of work at home (I'm kinda procrastinating right now...really, I just need to vent so I can unclog my mind), I can't do anything but sit there and do nothing. An hour passes and the guy comes out.
Him: Well, everything looks good except you're missing some clamps on your air filter and your tires are getting pretty bald. Here's the quote for that.
Me: Well, the air filter was replaced about 2 months ago, so I'll call that place up and tell them they took my clamps. Let me know about the price of the tires and I'll let you know on those.
Him: Ok. (Gets me quote and leaves)
About 30 minutes later---
Him: Well, we can't do your inspection because your insurance is expired. (Hands me the one I found in my glovebox on Wednesday and threw in the trash compartment of my car)
Me: I handed you a new inspection card this morning.
Him: Well, we don't have it. I didn't see it.
Me: it's right there in your hand. I can see it.
Him: Oh, there it is. I don't know why he said you didn't have one. We'll start that now. It'll only be 15 minutes.
Ok, at this point the "2 hours" has turned into 3.5. I'm getting annoyed.
I keep trying to ask someone to help, but they only come out when there's someone new walking in the door and they leave as soon as they've been helped. Those of us standing there, waiting, get ignored.
Finally, I get acknowledged. At this point it's 4 hours in.
Me: Is my car done?
Him: What car is it?
Me: <color, year, make, and model of my car>
Him: Ok, let me look for it.
About 5 minutes pass and he comes back up.
Him: Did you say blue or red?
Me: Blue.
Him: Ok.
About 5 minutes pass again and he comes back up.
Him: Well, I found your keys, but I don't know where they put your car, let me see where he parked it.
Me: You lost my car?
Him: Well, it's around here somewhere.
THEY LOST MY CAR!
So, about 5 minutes later, he comes out, "She's all done. They were finishing up the inspection."
I'm calling B.S. on that. If they were doing the inspection, they'd know where it was. Fact is, they had finished it, parked it somewhere, but didn't bother to tell me. At least, that's what I'm assuming.
And they parked her in a handicap spot. I saw red. Wanna see me get irate? Hurt those who need help the most.
The original guy: Hey, call me when you want me to order those tires.
Me: No. (walked out)
I went nearby to Discount Tire to get my tires. Same price but much, much, much better service. I love them. The guys even kept my seat where I have it at so I wouldn't have to adjust it again. I'm 5'2" (about 157-158 cm) so you know that couldn't be comfortable for them.
And before the comments start, yes, I know you can do an oil change at home. Well, I can't because I would get fined by the complex, but in theory. But I can't get an inspection done on my own, so I figured killing 2 birds with 1 stone would be better.


. They have a tendency to overfill, and charge an arm and leg for synthetic.

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