and go to one of their crooked buddy mechanics.
So the car arrives at the dealership and the foreman tells me it’ll be about an hour before they know for certain that my car won’t be ready by the end of the day. In the mean time I go to a closer hotel that looks ten millions times better than my previous night’s lodgings for a scant four dollars more and order a reuben at a diner that I can’t eat when it arrives. Not that it is particularly unappetizing, although it’s certainly not appetizing, I just am all of the sudden not hungry.
The mechanic says there is no way in hell the car will be ready before Tuesday. Which sucks because work called and they want me coming in the next day, Sunday. I’m already missing the first day of work and really need to be there for Sunday at the least. I buy bus tickets over the phone and the mechanic, who has been nothing but helpful, drives me to the station.
I’m going to right a letter commending their work.
He also told me he wouldn’t charge for storage and he called in an extra mechanic specifically to look at my car. So if you’re ever in Stamford, CT and need a car fixed, Brett at the Subaru dealership on 128 Baxter is your man.
Unfortunately, the dealership closed at two in the afternoon and the bus wasn’t scheduled to leave until 7. So I had to kill about five hours at the happiest place on earth, the bus station.
I was thrilled.
And then the bus was an hour late. Which sucks. My next layover, in New York City, only had fifty minutes of scheduled time. But it turned out to not be a problem because that bus was an hour and a half late.
So I missed my bus from D.C. to Richmond. And Richmond was going to take me to Charlottesville. And the next bus didn’t leave D.C. for Richmond for another seven hours.
This is intolerable.
So the car arrives at the dealership and the foreman tells me it’ll be about an hour before they know for certain that my car won’t be ready by the end of the day. In the mean time I go to a closer hotel that looks ten millions times better than my previous night’s lodgings for a scant four dollars more and order a reuben at a diner that I can’t eat when it arrives. Not that it is particularly unappetizing, although it’s certainly not appetizing, I just am all of the sudden not hungry.
The mechanic says there is no way in hell the car will be ready before Tuesday. Which sucks because work called and they want me coming in the next day, Sunday. I’m already missing the first day of work and really need to be there for Sunday at the least. I buy bus tickets over the phone and the mechanic, who has been nothing but helpful, drives me to the station.
I’m going to right a letter commending their work.
He also told me he wouldn’t charge for storage and he called in an extra mechanic specifically to look at my car. So if you’re ever in Stamford, CT and need a car fixed, Brett at the Subaru dealership on 128 Baxter is your man.
Unfortunately, the dealership closed at two in the afternoon and the bus wasn’t scheduled to leave until 7. So I had to kill about five hours at the happiest place on earth, the bus station.
I was thrilled.
And then the bus was an hour late. Which sucks. My next layover, in New York City, only had fifty minutes of scheduled time. But it turned out to not be a problem because that bus was an hour and a half late.
So I missed my bus from D.C. to Richmond. And Richmond was going to take me to Charlottesville. And the next bus didn’t leave D.C. for Richmond for another seven hours.
This is intolerable.
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