My husband dropped the car off this morning on his way to work. La-ti-dah la-ti-dah. I was the one who needed it later so it was left to me to deal with the repair guy. Okay. No problem.
Then I get a call and there’s some fluid that needs to be replaced. And then another call with another lubing need. Okay. Okay. Or should I say Ka-ching! Ka-ching!
And then the final call-that little thing you brought the car in for in the first place –You know the tire pressure sensor light-oh that was just a dead battery but it will still cost ya! – Ka-ching!
Car repair dealings make me CRAZY! And here are six reasons why:
- Being taken advantage of because I'm a regular customer – it’s counter intuitive but it’s real. I’ve been going to this same shop for 20 years. I should be treated with deference and discounted service. But no! I get to pay extra for unneeded services.
- Because I'm a woman it’s a given by every male behind the counter and in the shop repair know I won’t question their authority. (Except I did and so did the woman next to me – so there!)
- I know nothing about cars. Okay I admit it. It’s true. I wish I had dated a car mechanic at some point in my life or better yet become one myself but I didn't and so I'm stuck feeling vulnerable and insecure.
- The dealer drives a freaking Maserati and not one of the cheap $60K ones. The one that costs more than my last 5 cars put together. He didn’t make that kind of money by giving me a break.
- "Upselled" to death. I take my car in for one little thing and three big expensive things later my one little thing looks like a bargain.
- "Young Lady!" They called me “young lady!” My 23 year-old daughter is a young lady. I’m not and I find it incredibly condescending and frankly ageist to be called a “young lady” by some 30 something sales guy.
So there it is. I should just buy stock in Uber and Lyft and any other service that allows me not to have to deal with cars and their repairs at all!