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This will be good for a laugh.
So, everyone knows that throughout my driving years, I've owned some real pieces of shit cars with every mechanical issue known to cars.
I've had this awesome newer car for about a year. I have free oil changes for a year.
So, I took advantage of it.
At the dealership the other day, I was called back into the offices after the change was done. This is common protocal, you have a consultation of sorts before and after your vehicle is serviced. This is usually regarding warranties and other things.
Anywho, my paperwork says "Vehicle has several oil leaks. Would need degreaser and to be diagnosed. Transmission line is leaking. Also is leaking power steering fluid. Needs service as soon as possible."
Now, the associate is not the mechanic, he or she only gets the paperwork from the tech. So, he is consulting with me, setting me up an appointment. I'm shitting bricks in my lace panties worrying about what my warranty covers and what it doesn't, and with these whacky long 12 hour shifts during the week, when the hell am I going to be able to get this done as soon as possible? What will I do without a car for a day or two?
So I leave, absolutely irate that I have another piece of shit car. I'm driving to Wal-Mart, where I am now mentally crossing items off of my grocery list in case my warranty doesn't cover some of the repairs.
Then I get the call. Me being the way I am, ignore it because I don't know the number.
Then I get the voicemail.
"Hello blas, this is Sean from the GM Dealership, you just left from an oil change and inspection. There was a mix up in paperwork. Your vehicle actually PASSED inspection and is not leaking any fluids. If you are still concerned, feel free to keep the diagnostic appointment and we'll be sure to double check that there are no leaks. But the lube tech just found the mistake in paperwork. Your car passed every inspection point."
Cue my eyes getting as large as saucers, and then me sitting in the Wal-Mart parking lot laughing my ass off.
Cue me then calling my dad, who laughed HIS ass off at the irony. He laughed so hard he wheezed.
Honestly, I feel horrible for whomever got the clean bill of car health, only to later find out about the leaks. Whoever you are, you have my sympathies. Been there, done that.
So, everyone knows that throughout my driving years, I've owned some real pieces of shit cars with every mechanical issue known to cars.
I've had this awesome newer car for about a year. I have free oil changes for a year.
So, I took advantage of it.
At the dealership the other day, I was called back into the offices after the change was done. This is common protocal, you have a consultation of sorts before and after your vehicle is serviced. This is usually regarding warranties and other things.
Anywho, my paperwork says "Vehicle has several oil leaks. Would need degreaser and to be diagnosed. Transmission line is leaking. Also is leaking power steering fluid. Needs service as soon as possible."
Now, the associate is not the mechanic, he or she only gets the paperwork from the tech. So, he is consulting with me, setting me up an appointment. I'm shitting bricks in my lace panties worrying about what my warranty covers and what it doesn't, and with these whacky long 12 hour shifts during the week, when the hell am I going to be able to get this done as soon as possible? What will I do without a car for a day or two?
So I leave, absolutely irate that I have another piece of shit car. I'm driving to Wal-Mart, where I am now mentally crossing items off of my grocery list in case my warranty doesn't cover some of the repairs.
Then I get the call. Me being the way I am, ignore it because I don't know the number.
Then I get the voicemail.
"Hello blas, this is Sean from the GM Dealership, you just left from an oil change and inspection. There was a mix up in paperwork. Your vehicle actually PASSED inspection and is not leaking any fluids. If you are still concerned, feel free to keep the diagnostic appointment and we'll be sure to double check that there are no leaks. But the lube tech just found the mistake in paperwork. Your car passed every inspection point."
Cue my eyes getting as large as saucers, and then me sitting in the Wal-Mart parking lot laughing my ass off.
Cue me then calling my dad, who laughed HIS ass off at the irony. He laughed so hard he wheezed.
Honestly, I feel horrible for whomever got the clean bill of car health, only to later find out about the leaks. Whoever you are, you have my sympathies. Been there, done that.
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