As I begin to write this I'm
beginning to not like my car, But I do like my car because its my first new car.
Urg. This Tuesday when I woke up, I had a
completely different idea for my day. My plan was to work until noon, then take off to get my hair done. While I was in Fort Worth, I was going to check out a few places to live I've been looking at online. Next I planned to met up w/my mom to celebrate her birthday together. Well my car had a totally different plan for me.
I get back in my car at 12:40 pm, turn my key, and nothing. So I quickly think on my feet and go back inside to exchange my other key; thinking my battery is dead in the key. Well, no, then my second thought comes into mind that my car battery is dead. All of my gages were moving like crazy, and my
Cd's were wanting to turn. I had an appointment at 1:00, so I call my lady to say I'm running late, and I have a plan. I just need to call my plan. I call who else, oh yea, birthday girl. MY MOM!! Mom to the rescue. I call my husband, letting him know what's up and knowing that I will get his voicemail, b/c he is always in a meeting on Tue from 12-1. I text him saying I know your in a meeting or working on the floor but I have a 911 w/my car. He quickly calls back, and says I need to tow it somewhere and take it somewhere. So, I knew I had to handle this myself. He told me to cancel my hair appointment, but I knew I needed to go.
I now only have less than 30 minutes to get my mom back to her house, and me downtown Fort Worth. I make it in the Jimmy, get my hair done, and something else really big happened to me, but that will come later. I can't talk about the details just yet.
Now its 5 pm and I call the tow to get my car to the dealership. One jump start later, and now I'm on my way.
Not so fast, I only make it to Hwy 26 next to
Bankston Chevrolet. I'm in one of the turn lanes and my car dies. YIKES. I call the dealership to let them know where I am, then call the tow guy, followed by the
NRHPD. As soon as my car died I turned on my hazards, but I was watching my dash, and the arrows where going off. So, my gut said to call an officer to direct traffic. After 50 crazy people honking at me, giving looks, I was burning up in my car. The one time my windows are not down, but after 3 minutes pass, I crack my door just enough to not get hit. 13 minuets later
NRHPD show up, direct traffic for about two minutes b/c the tow guy comes back. Yes, it's the
same guy. He says to me" You did not get very far." Well he quickly jumps me, and I have him follow me to the dealership, and sign the paperwork again.
My gut speaks to me again. I get to the dealership park right up to the garage, but the doors are down. When I spoke to them earlier they were going to met me before they left. By this time it's 6:02. I call the dealership, the lady says "Service has already closed." I say my name again, who I am, and that they are waiting on me, she then said hold on. I then talk w/ the service guy and tell him I'm right by the garage w/ my car
running. He then says he will be out there. I'm so not happy. They quickly see what is wrong. They tell me that my car will have to there overnight. They ask me if I have a ride home. I laugh and say, I already have one of my parents car so I'm going to have to call my dad.
Now Dad to the rescue. He picks me up, we talk on the way home. It's now 7pm and I plan a different outing for my mom's birthday. See when I called my dad he had his dinner plate right
in front of him and I called to disrupt. We are hungry, but we knew mom had already ate. I call her thinking she wants dessert. She actually was hurting w/her back and was wanting to call it a night. I understand. So, I cooked something for myself, b/c Allen was still at work. I then go to bed upset w/Allen not really being there for me the entire day.
The next day I call first thing in the morning to the dealership to touch base. They tell me they ordered a part and I will need to get a rental car. So keep in mind the time is 9:00 am. I call later to the dealership to confirm my rental will be there when I get there, which I was assured
Budget would have a car ready when I get there. Wrong, I wait 30 minutes to finally get the most
disgusting car ever. The car was so dirty and I began to feel
forgotten. This car was smoked in,
taken out for a while, not given a car wash and the keys were handed to me. Once again I'm in a time crunch, I have to pick up Allen b/c he dropped off the Jimmy at my parents house and we have dinner plans with one of his work associates. So I put on a happy face, enjoy our dinner and go home. I try calling Budget, but only get a customer service number. I began to cry. How could this happen to me?
I called TWICE to make sure we all had a plan.
Today, I wake up w/a new
attitude. I finally get the call that my car is ready and I get to take back my crappy car rental. I also talk w/ the entire service
department about my
experience and they told me they are about to change to HERTZ. Anyways, this is probably the longest post ever but these are the days I've had.
My dad always says "If cars
exists in heaven, then I'm in the wrong place." After my
experience for the past 2 days, I don't want to see a car in heaven. When I die and if I see I car I know I'm in HELL. Sorry for being so blunt, but I'm so mad!
