Thursday, November 2
Unexpected Gifts (I wasn't finished...)
One of the coolest things from yesterday's post was a point I didn't get to; the title was "Unexpected GiftS" but I only got to the first one. The "s" implies more than one, and there was.
When I got to the dealership, there were three cars in front of me, but they still checked me in quickly. I reminded them what I was there for, and in addition to the brake job, I asked them to check the thingamajig that squirts water on the windshield...you know, the fluid that's supposed to hose off bug guts and bird mess. Ours has never worked that I can recall, a bubbling dribble does little more than dampen the hood of the car and frustrate me.
They have a nice waiting room so off I went to blog on my lappy, coffee in hand. No sooner had I powered up, did Chris-the-service-concierge come and find me to tell me the "news".
Chris: "Ma'am, your brakes are just fine...they don't need to be replaced."
Me, oh so intelligently: "Huh?"
Chris: "That's right, they're only about half-worn, so if you replace 'em now, you're just throwing money away."
Me, dumbfounded: "Oookaaaaaaayyyyyyyy. Then what's that racket we're hearing."
Chris: "I don't really know, ma'am (I'm feeling a thousand years old). We'll check 'em and clean 'em, but when they need to be replaced, you won't wonder about it. You'll KNOW."
Ten minutes later I'm on my way with my not-so-squeaky-but-clean brakes and a windshield-squirter-thingy spraying at the speed of sneeze. Best of all, no charge :).
It hit me driving home that there was no "real" reason to go to the dealership yesterday, our brakes were fine.
And I would've missed an amazing show.
When I got to the dealership, there were three cars in front of me, but they still checked me in quickly. I reminded them what I was there for, and in addition to the brake job, I asked them to check the thingamajig that squirts water on the windshield...you know, the fluid that's supposed to hose off bug guts and bird mess. Ours has never worked that I can recall, a bubbling dribble does little more than dampen the hood of the car and frustrate me.
They have a nice waiting room so off I went to blog on my lappy, coffee in hand. No sooner had I powered up, did Chris-the-service-concierge come and find me to tell me the "news".
Chris: "Ma'am, your brakes are just fine...they don't need to be replaced."
Me, oh so intelligently: "Huh?"
Chris: "That's right, they're only about half-worn, so if you replace 'em now, you're just throwing money away."
Me, dumbfounded: "Oookaaaaaaayyyyyyyy. Then what's that racket we're hearing."
Chris: "I don't really know, ma'am (I'm feeling a thousand years old). We'll check 'em and clean 'em, but when they need to be replaced, you won't wonder about it. You'll KNOW."
Ten minutes later I'm on my way with my not-so-squeaky-but-clean brakes and a windshield-squirter-thingy spraying at the speed of sneeze. Best of all, no charge :).
It hit me driving home that there was no "real" reason to go to the dealership yesterday, our brakes were fine.
And I would've missed an amazing show.
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10 Comments:
Robin, that is awesome!! How often does that happen...no, you don't need to spend all that money. Nope...and here, let's fix the thingamajigger too!!
Quality place
Claudia, you're talkin' in RobinSpeak now, I totally understand you :).
Heather, makes me a little more "comfortable" for when I gotta go back the next time.
You could look at it this way - what would you have blogged about had you not gone to the dealership?
P.S. I could swear that I just left a comment on a post that's no longer here?!?! Straaaange..... And there were all of these "cute Robin" pictures on it, too ;)
Susan, you AREN'T crazy--when I looked at the post, I had uploaded the wrong picture. Now, Blogger isn't cooperating, so I'm waiting until I can upload the right ones before I re-publish.
Or maybe you are nuts ;).
Nah, you think I'm cute :).
I have that same squeaky, hunk-of-gravel-stuck-under-the-disk sound on my brakes. My husband, a car mechanic from his youth, swears that there is absolutely nothing wrong, and if you can't trust the car mechanic you married, then who CAN you trust?!
Oh! but the eye-squinting, ear-cringing, fingernails-on-the-chalkboard pain I go through. Every. Time. I. Stop. Just. So.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
It was all about the rainbow, ma'am ;)
We had a really great one today!
Erin, O U C H! Stop that!!
Hey, LCO, mine must've traveled west! And if you call me "ma'am" again, I'll hunt you down and smack you around!
;)
Did you know it's Malissa's birthday today?
Way cool that you didn't had to spend money to get your car all non-squeaky :)...
I think when people call me 'ma'am' is more a respect thing :)...Thank you for sharing your blessings with us :)
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