Relief is spelled W-A-R-R-A-N-T-Y...
Robbie and I have two very smart cats. Ollie knows how to turn the water faucet on in the bathroom and Lenny knows how to wait for the faucet to get turned on so that he can enjoy a nice, fresh drink of water. Throughout our apartment, visitors will find sturdy rubber bands wrapped around our faucets to prevent thirsty cats from drinking at will. So far our system is flawless...that is until Robbie or I forget to put the rubber band back on the faucet after running water.
My alarm went of at 6:15 this morning. I promptly got up and turned on the water for my shower. Now, I know to always test the water BEFORE getting in and for some reason I did NOT do that this morning....and guess what Robbie or I forgot to do the night before?
Have you put the two together? That's right. No hot water because of smart cats. Errrrgh. Of course my words to describe them this morning were not in the "smart" ballpark.
So, I did what any reasonable, intelligent person would do. I made coffee, enjoyed a bowl of cereal and skipped my painting class. Besides, my check engine light was really bothering me everytime I hung out with my car and figured it was time to pay a visit to the dealership. Let's face it....I really like my car, and I want the best for her, right? Right. (Just call me Queen of the Justified and Convinced)
"Superior, I like it like that" Could their dealership theme song be more annoying? Probably, but at least they have good magazines and the best little coffee bar in their ginormous waiting room. I even brought things to grade. (So funny, I used to always think the other people in the waiting room grading papers were so cool : )
"Mrs. Knight? Could you follow me in here, we need to talk?" OK, at this particular dealership they actually pull you into a little glassed-in room to give you the diagnostic findings they found under the hood. Are there some HIPPA confidentiality laws for car owners I didn't know about? Maybe they do that so when people break down and cry they have some privacy and tissues available. I am sure the glass walls are there to allow the bearer of bad news the ability to wave for help in the event someone doesn't take the news well. At any rate, Chris, the nice man who held the fate of my financial future in his hands gave it to me straight...kinda.
There was some talk about brakes, cupping of the tires, fluids - lots of talk about fluids and something about a cataclysmic event with a converting, converter or something. Apparently, the other fluid cupping things were minor in comparison to the catatonic corroder or whatever. Anyway, my eyes drifted towards the paper he was referring to and that's when I saw $1320.83. I didn't let him get any further before I said, "Is that how much these things will cost?!!!" I think he sensed this was coming because his answer came so quickly and with such reassurance, "No Ma'm, don't worry about that price, the [cata..conv...something] is covered under warranty."
At this point I looked him square in the face and said, "There must be a God!" He just looked at me and smiled and then I felt I needed to explain that I knew there was a God before this moment in time, I just meant that I was relieved and well, you know what I mean Chris, right? He again reassured me that he indeed understood what I meant. Good ole Chris.
"Now, Mrs. Knight, you need a new battery and that's gonna cost you about $120...and God or no God, it's not covered under any kind of warranty."
Side note: For those of you who know better out there, please do not send me nasty messages about paying too much to have my battery changed. Thank you kindly.
My alarm went of at 6:15 this morning. I promptly got up and turned on the water for my shower. Now, I know to always test the water BEFORE getting in and for some reason I did NOT do that this morning....and guess what Robbie or I forgot to do the night before?
Have you put the two together? That's right. No hot water because of smart cats. Errrrgh. Of course my words to describe them this morning were not in the "smart" ballpark.
So, I did what any reasonable, intelligent person would do. I made coffee, enjoyed a bowl of cereal and skipped my painting class. Besides, my check engine light was really bothering me everytime I hung out with my car and figured it was time to pay a visit to the dealership. Let's face it....I really like my car, and I want the best for her, right? Right. (Just call me Queen of the Justified and Convinced)
"Superior, I like it like that" Could their dealership theme song be more annoying? Probably, but at least they have good magazines and the best little coffee bar in their ginormous waiting room. I even brought things to grade. (So funny, I used to always think the other people in the waiting room grading papers were so cool : )
"Mrs. Knight? Could you follow me in here, we need to talk?" OK, at this particular dealership they actually pull you into a little glassed-in room to give you the diagnostic findings they found under the hood. Are there some HIPPA confidentiality laws for car owners I didn't know about? Maybe they do that so when people break down and cry they have some privacy and tissues available. I am sure the glass walls are there to allow the bearer of bad news the ability to wave for help in the event someone doesn't take the news well. At any rate, Chris, the nice man who held the fate of my financial future in his hands gave it to me straight...kinda.
There was some talk about brakes, cupping of the tires, fluids - lots of talk about fluids and something about a cataclysmic event with a converting, converter or something. Apparently, the other fluid cupping things were minor in comparison to the catatonic corroder or whatever. Anyway, my eyes drifted towards the paper he was referring to and that's when I saw $1320.83. I didn't let him get any further before I said, "Is that how much these things will cost?!!!" I think he sensed this was coming because his answer came so quickly and with such reassurance, "No Ma'm, don't worry about that price, the [cata..conv...something] is covered under warranty."
At this point I looked him square in the face and said, "There must be a God!" He just looked at me and smiled and then I felt I needed to explain that I knew there was a God before this moment in time, I just meant that I was relieved and well, you know what I mean Chris, right? He again reassured me that he indeed understood what I meant. Good ole Chris.
"Now, Mrs. Knight, you need a new battery and that's gonna cost you about $120...and God or no God, it's not covered under any kind of warranty."
Side note: For those of you who know better out there, please do not send me nasty messages about paying too much to have my battery changed. Thank you kindly.
Comments
Aunt Linda
Good news! I found those popsicles you told me about at the Walmart Food Market in Moore. Check your food market out, (not the Super Walmart). I find a lot of Sam's foods in our Walmart lately.
Love,Mom
Reading the episode with your car gave me a good laugh. In so many ways you make me proud of your intelligence. In other ways you remind me of your mother, who I dearly love just because she makes me feel so technilogically savvy.