Big O = Big No

Warning: I’m about to go off on a rampage.

I hate cars! I hate car problems! I hate weird noises and suspicious smells. But most of all, I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate mechanics! Smudged, greasy chauvinists with their condescending way of speaking to women. “Come here, let me show you something” as if you know what they’re talking about. If I knew what the problem was, I wouldn’t need to take it to the mechanic, I’d fix it myself!

So you go just to get a slow-leak patched on your front driver’s side tire. That’s all. There was no other problem except for my tire was looking a little flat. The next thing you know, the tubby-mctubberton in his oily red shirt is telling me its going to cost 220 dollars to get two new tires, when I just bought 4 tires from them last year! I tearfully decline, knowing I can find tires more reasonably priced elsewhere. Besides, I didn’t need two new tires! They both have great tread and are still quite new. Well, anyhoo…those punks did something to my tire to make it rattle louder than the chattering of Satan’s false teeth. I had Kurt inspect it, turns out they sneaked a part from my wheel well. This was all after shop had closed so I couldn’t bring it to them demanding they replace said part. I called Sears Automotive, they have a shiny new set of tires for me for only 60 dollars each. Perhaps they can replace my missing part as well?
Here’s hoping, because I don’t plan on going to that Big O again anytime soon.
By the way, Charise…these recent automotive developments may foil my chance to drive to Redondo Beach this weekend. Boy oh boy, do I hate mechanics!