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Some of it I can tell you about, some …

It started out not good from the beginning – I woke up with stomach cramps. I mean I know why, but it doesn’t make you feel any better KNOWING you have a cold when you just feel like shit – right? So instead of getting my day started after I dropped hubby2B at work, I crawled back into bed and slept until it was just under the time when it’d be too late to do anything today.

I got out of the house about half an hour later than I should have. I was taking the car in to get looked at since the check engine light came on yesterday afternoon. I didn’t get lost finding it either – it’s right there on the main road through town … albeit the NEXT town from this one.

I got there about 10.  My MoH and I had a 10:15 at the bridal store a few minutes further south and SHE wasn’t feeling well and so was running even later than me. I didn’t know this yet, but at the car dealership, she tells me she’s REALLY ill and I’m like … “I wanna go back home!” Not only am I out here feeling like crap, but I dragged HER ass out feeling like crap too!!!! wail

It gets worse when it looks like I am getting the brush-off at the dealers … 2 white women come in after me and get dealt with, and all I could get was “I’ll be with you in just a minute, ma’am”. Finally they get to me and I say “I have a <insert-car-here> that needs lookin’ at.”

Guy: Yea? What seems to be the problem? Me: Check engine light came on yesterday Guy: Oh yea – well we don’t have anyone here to day who can do that, lemme just give you an appointment for next week – that ok? Me: Oh. Ok. (What else am I gonna say?) Guy: Is Monday at 1:15 good? Me: Sure. And you know what, I need them to look at the brakes and suspension too while they’re at it.

I leave and call hubby2B and tell him the story and go wait for my MoH at the bridal store. Call my Mom and whine to her for a little bit. And then call-waiting beeps and my MoH is back on the phone telling me that hubby2B called the dealers and they told him to bring the car in whenever HE was ready. We’re all like “WTF????”

So we have this plan to go back and catch them in this little drama.  I’ll attempt the whole thing again and if they brush me off again, MoH will walk in gun blaring, knives at the ready, with all her official looking paraphernalia that she can showoff without getting into trouble at work.

I walk in and say: “What I NEED to have done is a diagnostic.” … This is a NEW guy dealing with me, and he looks like he knows who I am and what happened but all he says is: “Sure. What model car?”

Me: <insert-car-name-here> Guy: K. Can I get your name please? Me: <insert-name-here> Guy: Have you ever brought the car in before? Me: (thinking, of COURSE you know it’s been here before, you know who I am): My fiance has. Guy: What’s his name? (crosses mine off the work order) Me: <insert-hubby’s-name-here> Guy: Oh yes, I just got off the phone with him – he has an appointment Me: (thinking) ya – sure. asshat.

And they take the keys and tell me it’ll be about an hour.

Hubby2B asks me why I didn’t confront them. I just wanted out of there. I said I’d do that when I went back after doing the bridal store with MoH. Which I did and I got a baloney response that “considering the list of things that I told them I wanted done, they knew it wouldn’t get done today” – which is a load of BS since the first and ONLY thing I told them before getting the “we’ll get you an appointment on Monday” speech was that  the check-engine light was on, and any mechanic worth his salt knows that the FIRST thing you do is a “diagnostic”!!! DOH!  THEN he drops the “well we had some cancellations too” and then the “we won’t charge you for this visit since it was a simple fix” (fix was to screw the gas tank cover back on tightly – yea! we both felt stupid too – don’t worry about it.)…

At that point, I was like – forget this; I am going home.

Of course, that proved difficult too … being stopped by the authorities … argh!  I don’t want to go into that one … let’s just say hubby2B had to come to my rescue again and pull some rank to get me squared away.

This is getting to be a habit … and I have to say he is rallying to the task VERY gallantly. I feel safe and cared for – I can’t TELL you what a nice feeling it is to be taken care of. It’s wonderful. Especially after spending my whole life before this thinking that no matter whether I was with someone or not, I would always have to take care of myself regardless – cos no one else would do it for me.

All in all, a bad day that has ended not so bad since I finally got my bank account organized and can stop paying BNS Jamaica almost $200 every time I pull cash out of the ATM here. Yea – I ain’t lyin’ to ya. J$200 for every ATM transaction! Sheesh!

Anywho – I promised myself a hot shower with vanilla scented shower gel and bed with the air and TV on until it’s time to collect hubby2B at 5:30ish … and so that’s pretty much where I am headed now.

YUSH

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