So, today was my biannual visit to the garage to get the oil change and the winter tires removed. The garage is on my way to work and there’s a bus stop right in front, so I always leave my car there in the morning, spend the day at the hospital, and then get it back after work. So, I called a few days ago, made an appointment for 9am, dropped the car at 8 this morning and came back at 3pm. When I got there, someone was actually driving my car to the back. I went in asking pretty much WTF?!, and the guy (the one who took my keys this morning) told me they still needed to change the tires, because he thought I would come back around 4pm or whatever, and that they had been really busy all day. Heeee very questionable excuse. If someone took the time to actually call and make an appointment, and that said appointment is at 9am, you change the fucking tires at 9! Anyway, it’s not like I had a choice, so I took a seat and waited. He told me it would be 30 minutes max. An hour later, I was still there, pretty much hyperventilating... The manager (I guess) came to see me, told me that he just heard about my situation, that it was really unacceptable... Asked if I wanted to borrow a car and come back tomorrow. Gee, I would have taken the offer an hour ago! At that point it seemed useless.... He then told me they just had to change the oil (yes, the first guy actually acted like that was already done from earlier today). Anyway! I finally left after freaking one-hour-and-a-half!!! Oh yeah, did I mention that I had nothing with me, no books, nothing to study, no iPod... And I was wearing 4” heels, so I couldn’t really make the 30 minutes’ walk home. At least, the manager was almost as pissed as I was, so I ended up not paying...
Yes, I feel better now.