Our van has been making a weird noise lately. One of those noises that is not just a quirk of the car, but something that needs to be addressed.
I dropped it off this morning, and waited for the call.
The man from the dealership got back to me relatively quickly.
"Okay, this is what we got..blah, blah...and then there's the...blah, blah... and it's gonna cost _____." (This is where he proceeds to quote a number, so exorbitant, that you wonder if he is saying it with a straight face, or with a big, shit-eating, I've-got-you-by-the-short-hairs-sucker grin.)
"But I have a 10% coupon out that I'll give you to use for it." (Dude, that'll maybe cover the taxes on this deal, how big of you. I wonder if he'd up it to 15% if I flash him? Probably not.)
"I need to call you back."
Because I need to share the joy. I call Mr W at work:
"Are you sitting down?" "No." "You need to be sitting down." "What?" "Okay, this is what they told me...blah, blah, this is what it's gonna cost ____." <dead silence>
"How're we gonna do that?" "Well, I thought I'd turn a few tricks..." "Stop it. I'm serious." (Who says I'm not? jk ;p)
"Let me call you back."
<number crunching, hand-wringing, yanking on hair commences>
<tears are shed, calls are made>
I call Mr W back, and let him know I've got it under control...and call the dealership back, and tell them that yes, they can have my pound of flesh, just fix my van.
I think I hear a cha-ching noise in the background, just as I'm hanging up. I'd say "greedy bastards," but really, now that it's done and over with, I don't see the point.
Some of this is our fault, for shirking on some maintenance duties. <I admit it, we suck at that>
The van is home now, and is running very smoothly. Quietly, like it's supposed to.
But the next time it starts making noise, I'm taking it out back and shooting it.